#4203 poetry

photo: Christchurch earthquake, 2011, a few hundred meters from where I was living.

and when everything would go wrong

we would get up at night

we would turn to the sky

we would speak to the angels

we would ask for the sun

we would not know how to pray

but we would join our hands

it would only be necessary

to wish ourselves well.

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