it is a cold night where everything feels so wrong
it is no use hoping tomorrow will get better
because even the cold night will not freeze me to death, the sun will
the sun will burn my heart to dust
and you will be the one who will blow the ashes of me
and you will not mourn
there will not be any sound and tears coming from you
there will be just birds, singing to my departure
Thursday, August 29, 2019
only birds left
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