Burning Turrets

Beneath the dancing stars I call
silently out to you,

In your hanging fires my solitude stretches
and burns like a locked chest.

I sent you my heart through a smile
as if you could already know,

Through the noise I wordlessly love
and abandon the scene,

Through silence I howl in pain
without your name,

Tripping over the grey wreckage
I left of myself.

Russland, Brennender T-34

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