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ON THE OTHER SIDE

On the other side there is no lion

no witch,  no wardrobe

though it is very dark and there's no going back

no need for clothes nor childhood;

no sense of up and down

no anything for this time at least

and then a light appears in the east,

quite small but getting larger it seems

and then there are a trillion souls

carried on a solar wind

or so it seems

like one of those incredible endless dreams.

 

◄ A POLICEMAN'S LOT

I CAUGHT HER ON A SOFT TURN ►

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