Empty
Cold like the corpse in the morgue,
empty like the deserted snail shell,
hollow like the long drum.
My soul is nothing but a shell.
The sun shines bright and fiery
Its heat relentlessly scorching all
Yet my soul freezes
Frozen like the mountain glacier
Feeling no heat nor warmth
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