I do not ask for a great spring,
I do not dream of parades in the squares.
I simply want us – to Live.
Without losses. Without cracks. Without “maybe.”
Without lists. Without forms. Without reports.
Without deadlines, maps, or call signs.
Just a morning. And tea on the table.
And someone who is silent – but alive.
Let the war end. And that is all.
Without loud speeches, without cinema.
So that one day in my eyes
There will be nothing but the sky.
And That Is All…
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