Sara Maria Bastine Poems
- 1. The Prisoner
I looked out the barred window everyday.
I see a woman gently carressing her baby. Can I be that baby?
I look to the right.
I see a young couple.
... - 2. Grave Of The Fireflies
Tell me, what day is it?
I looked around, it was awfully dark.
I tried to stay upright but my body refused to move.
When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw the vague setting of Ikuno.
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