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written by: David Ralph Lewis
The city dreams of another war. We pause,
Huddled round cold encouraging stars,
Whilst over the horizon a massacre happens.
The city dreams of games and shooting screens.
Lovers had left the planet. We sit enraptured
watching the sea projected in our minds.
The city watches the shore. Everywhere, hard walls
and economic forecasts were deceiving. We had the
globe in our fingers but wanted the universe
His debut collection of short stories 'Amber Stars' is available now