In Berlin
In Berlin, like dust
we arrive riding on grim
winds and then, when our
feet touch the ground,
our shadows become one with
the dancing shades of
Alexanderplatz
on a stormy Monday Eve
we, at last, gather
our shattered pieces
to make ourselves whole again.
For in Berlin, we find peace.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016
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