Dangerous Dreams


A torn piece

Of black cloth

Glued and stitched

To a pole

Made of wood

What kind of

Not knowing

Resembles

A small flag

 

A small black flag

We thought it was

Revolution

Behind our tongues

Remaining doubts

Killing flames

It died before

Even starting

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