There's spring outside, sun and blue
sky and trees bending in a cool breeze -
or I imagine it to be cool, the wind
that I can see but not feel to blow -
because there's death on my
computer screen, and the spring
can wait; for death didn't wait
but took those whose bodies
fly up in the air on the screen
after an Israeli missile hit
where they sheltered in Gaza.
05.04.2025
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