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13.06.2018, Jamal Tuschick

A Nightscape Citizen

Tell me where do I belong

it can´t be the place from where I´ve been coming from

am I here at home at last, or lies my future in the past?

a nightscape- citizen

unrestless wings

longing to

glide to a tree that won´t turn into ashes

damned to freedom, is there´s a right of pardon?

just a quite place

where children grow, and the older may age

 

tell me where do I belong

I´ve still got a unknown song on the tip of my tounge

still got the same palm in my hand , the same reason why I bend

a nightscape- citizen

unrestless wings

longing to

glide to a tree that won´t turn into ashes

damned to freedom, is there´s a right of pardon?

just a quite place

where children grow, and the older may age

 

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