The wind blows, fatal and agile,
washed away, all my sins and lies.
but my bones stand fragile;
all alone l wept and cried.
Peace gained through war
Defense shown by silence,
strength lies in heart;
but, couldn't move as l was tensed.
In the middle of the night;
all alone on hands of darkness
as l fought all by myself.
I lie in the whereabouts of chains,
yet, the fight was a tie
Whisper of wind and words;
the bloody chains they curve;
and thereafter ceased by silence,
tumbled by peace
l lay still fragile and weak
amongst my agony.
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