Sighs of my life
escaping as a dream,
ink flowing rivers
jaded in my veins.
night Martyr of my sails
fleeing memories
bird flapping its wings which
free plying in the night sky .
Snow falls languidly
world plunged into
in eternal silence
covering it with his mantle cold.
breath freezes
paralyzing stroke,
pulse stayed suspended
in the air and scream
but no one can hear my voice
between these four walls.
Nikto
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