Road

Continual road.
The road is so dark.
I fumble my way for finding light.
I feel freezing wind with my cheeks.
I can't see anything even faint embers.
What I can see is only darkness.
All I can feel is freezing wind and small passion in my mind.

Gallery of My Poetry

I write poetry in English.

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