Yawning and opening eyes,
looking at the sun rays,
coming through the cracks,
Turns, and trying to sleep again.
The cotton piece is wet again!
Am I urinated, or is it water?
smells nothing, so, not me!
But how come?
Getting up, grunting in anger,
Unzip the tent, get out,
Oooh, that's the dew,
Bloody Winter!
Sitting on the riverbed
looking at the water,
moving fast, but calm,
like my mind,
Those family days,
brothers and Parents,
loving like a kitten,
caring like dove.
That bloody morning,
wakeup on a warfront,
someone fires like mad,
one two three...
I lost everything in seconds,
it's just me who left behind,
they danced like demons.
calling us traitors..
This dew, always calms me down,
one day, I will also get someone to,
kill me by bullets, or grandes.
Am preparing for that.
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