Rijn Blues

nothing was blurred in the Rijn
neither fire nor sky
voice of yours filled the ears with melancholic rhythm
like a song from distant lands in the south
we kept talking on agony, on ballad, on brutality
the lives we live on is the broken ones since it began
but it was not an apathy that keeps fire burning
it was the archaic wisdom that fire will die someday

(21 Juni 2017)

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