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We left the city –
Our homes
almost crumbled down
Our souls – too pretty
Wanted to be on their own.

We rose from ashes
From darkness – and sick –
Our lives of lashes
Buried in every brick.

So to a place of peace we went
Guided by our hearts
This was always meant –
And here is where love starts. 

Our lives are free
No government anymore
Here we clearly see
As never have before.

Alex Postma,
theologican & poet

2 MAAL EE | Elise Eekhout | Tranquil City 07

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