Category : Poems

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I don't get along with people, 
 I find it tiring to use words;
  Just to fill an empty conversation.

   I can stay for hours looking at the sky 
  And send my best prayers there,
   Waiting to see my loved ones again. 

   The leaves of the trees move
  As the wind wants.
I live but...
 I don't feel alive.

  I don't get along with people, 
  I got used to my own silence.