Broken

Drop on a dead roses bouquet
Has broken the last whole leaf of it.
Just as myself, I’ve been broken
By the smallest drop of your tears of grief.
Destroyed and devastated,
I am unable to restore the inner peace.
So many people and voices are around me,
But I don’t hear them;
Only the wind.
The wind of the future that I will never have…

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