15. Sep, 2017


Aflame with raw spring

till the rain throws a grey shirt

on its back, Berlin lives on

busy, distracted, sweet and sour.

Linden trees, concrete,

walls shouting protests

against the sky.

Memory paints a scene of

ferocious calm.

Urban tales as strange as

history haunt parks,

nooks and alleys.

A terrible angel oversees it all.

With frozen blood in the veins of time,

so carefully sculpted on its face,

Berlin is a punk wearing its angry scars

under new buildings of steel and glass.


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