Meaningless Breath - Poem by Arta Krasniqi
Mist surrounded the fields
sun barely shining in morning
don't you know that we're already dead
we breathe, but we're dead
we're just a drop of water
hanging 'till the wind blows us away
turns us into nothing...
we're just a breath
a long meaningless breath...
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