breeze right into the room through the half fallen window creating an atmosphere of despire ane dejection for the man it may concern lif again as to start with al ups and downs heat from the scorching sun dust from the hurrying vehicles taking meal with the ratio 1: 0: 1 living among people that care less about there society moving with tartered clothr with there regular salubata that has no life span life we all say is hard but they refer to it as being harsh no wonder the breeze was something they treated with despire and hatred.
This was a very interesting read, I like how you pulled it of. Great work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing. i want to read all story))) you are a good author