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Old Europe

Date Written: October 5, 2017

Among cold and gray trees old Europe,

Dirty drops of blood come from

the salty water looking for shelter.

Children's tears, aged screams

teenagers dreams and old fears.

The old Europe that once crossed the

oceans in search of wealth, now build walls.

Desolate beaches where hungry spirits ask for help!

Where will the grave stand? the sea, the beach,

Or within the speeches of men

and women that have long forgotten the meaning of love.

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