Then it's over
Things that made me feel
Quite missing something
Not sure if it's home or misery
Missed the breeze
The sun and the sand
The touch of these feet
The gaze of a million birds
The way they looked at me
Full of stars and sadness
Walked through the empty road
Find a way to the nearest cliff
Now I'm back here all alone
Surrounded by the air that's bitter
Everything is fine now
But will it be better?
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I Saw The News and I Didn't Like It (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryRumors and gossip, along with adulthood, are taking up all the space, all the while the inner battle of growing old can be a sign of the times of what's coming in the near future
