Sharing my tears to the wind,

      and exhale the bitterness of it. 

      No one ever saw me this weak,

      nor anyone thought I was bleak.

Bombs dropping from sky,

       while here I am, waiting for the night. 

       We used to predict the twilight’s color,

       but now I’m alone pacing towards my Rover. ©

Photo from:zawij.deviantart.com

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