Where am I? My surroundings are gold and red. The sun light is, in my head. I am burning up, but yet am cold. My emotions
are, bitter bold. Am I awake, or asleep. I'm
Feeling sad, but yet I'm weak. My passion is always strong. In heaven, or hell - looking down.
Mankind is lost, but going strong. The color gold is wealth we found. The color red was blood we shed. The question is - why I cry? I'm still wondering - where am I?
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Author:
The BlackShakespeare (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2021 22:08
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
you're wording what wisdom you've gleaned and trying to make a difference, in your own way
and,
at the very least: 'Its not nothing
that's, Something
worth being proud about!'
or at least, that's what I - think..
(thanks for sharing)
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