GREY FOG Poems

When time speaks
The first feeling of never knowing a thing has always come as regret.
While standing still, feet well stuck onto the ground waiting for the wind to blow over my body
The new breeze, the new air rushing toward my soul made me feel the loneliness
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Down

Down this earth, where almost everything happen outside
I lock myself up within four grey walls with a hole in one of them
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NO CLEAR MIND

I won't blame them,
I won't tell a soul
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