Prints

I'm nothing

nothing more than breezy wind at play

teasing the wild poppies, nothing less,

than this captured Shadow in the corner of your eye.

Stole a little future, lived some past

didn't last, didn't last

Cruel-hearted one, with your silence and sins

you cut the poets soul, fragments resilience

enable to move on without forgiveness

how far will it go?

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