Category : Poems

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Will I have enough breath 
To exhale the whole length 
Of this road lying ahead 
Asphalt mirage never ends 
Mad crickets laugh 
Their breath shapes the sound 
Of my own long regrets
Stretching from sunrise to sundown 
The mountains look near 
But I’m never there yet 
What a sad July day 
Burnt out by expectations 
Self combustion 
By means of excessive restraint 
I’ve just enough breath 
To go up in flames