Zywa On the other side

He sets out two cups, puts water
on the fire to which I warm myself
says sweet words and says
that I don't have to worry

can safely go to sleep and certainly
must not hide between walls
of fear, because because
we have friends

all we know is already there for a long time
all we give is not ours
but received, because we are there
for each other, and he embraces me

silently in front of the window
I surrender in his scent
hand in hand
we watch the stars

hand in hand
they proceed over the sky
on the other side of the river
smoke is circling

peace

Poem 1219
Amsterdam, 2017-03-14

Collection: Webgarden 
Keyword: Peace: 
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