There was
this winter safe haven
In group
confinement tactics caught
Soup was
served and wine spiced hot
The rooftop
nights were full of stars blazing
Were full
of jazz from the down streets mazing
Full of car
horns and immigrant cries
And days -
oh these divine days
When we
rested under sun rays
From beer
and laughs
With beer
and laughs
And hundred
people left and so I may
The “repulsive”
stolen or washed away
The Goddess
remains on the God touched land
And we
experienced something grand
2.1.14
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