. Its getting Cold..
. Inhaling pressure surrounding the atmosphere.. Exhaling pain for that time being..
. Starting a new tomorrow.. Well let's say a new today.. Missing from the big picture, only thing left with is the frame of yesterday..
. So it feels like a battle still going and am deaf from all the screams..
. And it feels like a river flowing, only to know that its made of tears..
. And so We live another day.. And we thank for the next breath..
. But a subconscious sign wouldn't harm, to lift the flag of hope a minor step high..
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem