Slow down your spades
Sleeps here my princess
With her there
A small infant
Stars of my eyes
In the morning
I kissed them both
Come back home
To find gifts awaiting you
But they returned not
Draped in religious tags
Lay they here
Homeless torn
No prince-no princess any more
Sheets of tears wrap me
I call my children
From the debris around
Echoes
Wait - a moment
Slow down your spades
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