"Open your eyes,
your mind feels like a new morning",
warm and comfortable beams of sunlight at her breasts,
she's opening her arms as to hug somebody.
Instead, it's our mother of all life she faces.
"White flowers, how long did I miss you?
Far away from here,
I was living in the city of God,
as they called the grey spot in the middle of nowhere.
It is more a fortress to me, built up natureless."
Glancing at her sister,
she smiles.
Reckognising pure life,
bright colours,
cruely irritations,
stain of shade and grey
on the wing of a used-to-be-angel.
White flower has lost its beauty.
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