This is the place that is way too cold,
there is nothing else than war.
There is no one I can hold,
this is the place where everyone will leave with a scar.This is the place where dreams are going to die,
this is the place where everyone will learn about fate.
And there is no chance to deny,
that the destruction is caused by a fire of hate.This is the place where everything is turning grey,
this is the place where you remembered that you wanna try.
This is the place where you screamed day for day,
and this is the place where you started to cry.
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Poems - Let your words breathe
Poetry"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart" - William Wordsworth