The heavy breeze turns me back to the crossroad I once stood,
Pushing me to the road I once knew so well.
Where are you going, the old wandered?
The light I lusted so much has died,
Utter oblivion looms on my mind,
Grips to my crimson essence,
The indolent soul cries out loud.
How have you decided to burn me, dear?
I am so full of strange emotions,
With every step, I feel I'll quit,
The dusty road blinds me again,
The scent of rotting disgust me,
The thirsty earth craves for my blood,
But there is still bravery in this heart,
I don't recognize myself in the dirt.
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Şiir❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
