Monday, October 16, 2006

Not necessary

The war is over.

Mothers don't weep anymore.

Tears have dried.

So have the fields.

Smudged with dry blood.

Expressing displeasure.

Their color has changed.

From green to black.

Winter is near.

The worst fear for the grass.

Having to spend the whole winter.

Waiting for the rains.

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