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I am a survivor ,
I survived from
one of the most atrocious acts of history:
the Second World War.
Blood here and there,
bodies everywhere
on the floor
going to the other door.
When you survive
your question is why
didn't you die
when so many others are now in the sky.
I will never forget,
all the blood I met.
I will always see,
in front of me,
a body under a tree.
Now I'm 92,
always blue,
always remembering ,
that war
in which so many died for.