1.
2.
Since the wall of my room
Has struck down Van Gogh’s sunflower
To its chest as if
It stands smoother
The sun from the room’s eyes
Peeps inside
Nailed to the wall
Those who did not reach
Still by the road
Shook their hands
The hit was so intense
That they have been remembered
Cars do not see the dead
3.
4.
Walls can be white or,
Walls can be good or,
But
I prefer to be a wall with a broken heart
That is arrested
And
You look at the street behind the prison every day,
Without seeing how pale I am
The eyes of the fish
Have come out of the eye sockets
Fell to the beach
It is so hard for fish Believe the sky In the heart of the sea
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