A river in Russia, in the west, in fleeting summer.
A young woman floats on her back in cool waters.
The sky is blue and endless above her, so blameless.
The sun is hot upon her face, as thoughts empty out.
II
The roar of jet fighters as they fly through the sky.
She gasps and shocks back to the waking world.
The jets quickly disappear, a dull, echoing bellow.
The war is still going on. The war never will end.
III
The summer is fleeting. The pretty yellow flowers grow.
The sun is warm and love nods of, napping in hot sunbeams.
She floats in the cool waters, the sky another Satanic eye,
For the dragon's fire to fall, for the demons to watch you from.
IV
She closes her eyes, hot face and cool waters soothes.
When she is weightless, the angels come down to kiss her.
The sun can go black in the sky when all is well in dreams.
She dreams of love, of a sweetness this life can never be.
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