A rain of fire falls down
Burning up the cities and towns
Red and blue are the sounds
For those who lost their hounds
People are not ready
Their bodies are steady
This Battle feels infinity
Our hands turned dirty
The angel of death is always waving
I still feeling ill from the waiting
Summer palms are sweating
For the wind is still not steering
Everything is changing
My hopes are still in the making
My heart still aching
And somewhat I'm scared of raging
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THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
