A rise of lost emotions,
flying and they wonder inside of me,
questions that can't be answered yet.
What is love supposed to do?
When there is something to lose.
In the city buildings are standing popular,
but I cannot see them,
it's my heart that heights the air.
A storm is planting evil remains,
and the war is coming,
but I can't see it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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