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Look up in the sky

Among the deep green of the olive branch
Are guard stations
Bullet-proof vests and machine guns
The gun barrel - a deep black eye
Never closes
Watching the meals
Watching the poems
Watching the prayers
And eve watching the whispers
Of the man and woman
On the bed filled with darkness
That didn’t want to be heard

I use a software to erase
The barbed wire fence
On the picture taken with my cellphone
With a sign
“If you cross, you will be shot”

But when I look up in the sky
I see the reflection of the barbed wire fence
On the white clouds.