Linked Letters

Marsh Room

Inside tho closed area, maniac of feeling is in.
Finding the map where I was lost being nomad,
Feeling the misusez the moist I've done in my life,
Under the blanket, there's a person asks for help.
Screams behalf of their heart like muted multiple times,
Can't have a muff than cold, mum when they are being asked.
Judgement would not be scattered, when people's mouth is shut,
Feels like they're talking matter because of nation's talks.
Under that cold weather, comfort those human's pieces.

Listener to listener
Head to shoulder
We all need each other.