The air was still,
the birds were gone,
I stood there dismayed,
completely alone.
But every time I turned around
I could hear the little roses' sound.
Love was lost,
everything was left behind,
the land was empty,
and so was my mind.
But every time I closed my eyes
I could hear the little birds' cries.
Where am I now?
where is my life?
when will end,
this dying strife?
But everything that i could see
seemed like were all crying for me.
May be it's the end,
for there's no road ahead.
I know I must break,
for I had once been made.
But I was good( more or less!)
The birds and the roses were my witness.
- B. Sinjini.
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