midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
for all the victims,
for all the brave saviors.
And now,
after a year of pain and fear,
we hope the end of the pandemic is near.
When one day
all this becomes a thing of the past,
will the lesson be learned?
Will we remember
how important touch is,
how important a hug is,
how we are all equal in death
and that we should be equal
in life as well?
Golden flok
I swim on my back and sing an old song:
"Is it nice, is it nice, ... my seagull."
Above me, a flock of tame pigeons
flies over the lake in regular formations.
I notice that not everyone is white.
Pigeons of different colours fly together.
The sun is in the west and is very hot,
its rays illuminate the flock
and the colours of the birds change
as the angle changes.
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