The wind is blowing cold
Touching me till the core,
My existence speaks of an eternity
That lies beyond my vision and hope.
The days are testing me tough, really tough
I attest this to my own experience, now
Yet despite my pain, the world goes around
I am stuck in my own rotation.
It stops or not
I know not,
But, I wish if it stops,
Not later but now
Not anywhere but here.
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