The fourth day had passed
Sadness took most of my minutes
Like a cat that lost its kittens
It ripped the wounds of my heart
And the cold wind from the North
Came like a wild beast It dragged me down to the floor where
The whirling smoke of loneliness
Suffocates me and down deeper
I lay wounded like a broken fighter
Why did Time had forsaken me
When I carefully kneeled down before it,
Honored each of its ticks?
In a blink of an eye
Time dashed me into pieces
And the blood of my flesh
Polish the arrows of its hands
As it continously revolves and hit me.
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