Beyond the Wall

Once open a time

I went to Berlin

The city grey and divided

Made a depressive appearance

The Wall and the bullet holes from the last

War still there

By accident I ended up in a Suburb

Finding the most beautiful

Polynesian boat on a wall

In the middle of all that

Middle Europe nuclear angst

The boat carried me away

Never to return

Always to return

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