The war in my dreams...


I wander along the abandoned
and burnt houses and destroyed
worlds. Windows are crashed,
wardrobes are taken away,
there are left only bare walls,
without pictures. Disfigured and smeared.
Burnt roofs and neglected gardens.
And, then, I clean some place
and light fire, try to warm up and
imagine how it used to be before,
when we talked without suspicion,
and had coffee
in the morning.

Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 16:39

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Aashish Thakur
thats how we people talk and think about war..good writing..i also wrote soem on war..pls read any time