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You Can'T Breathe

Under your knee, You slammed my neck, My pleas were suffocated, It was raining sweats and tears, Where my sounds were sprouted, Mixed them with soil, Soil was waiting for seeds, You tried to mute my words, I know the black clouds Are the beginning of rain, My Breath was a first whistle Before Tempest! Closed my eyes to ignite Long simmering Volcano! You can’t breathe, Those days are coming, I will be resurrected , I will be echo of many sounds It will heal many wounds, Your boots will be the wastes In the gutters of NY City, You stifled this planet’s right To revolve in my starry nights , Do you know? Shining of stars depends on Darkness of sky. My last breath was a sunset, Promising the birth of A bright Morning , This state is going to realize Dark colors absorb heat, More than light colors, They will bring back everything Our slogans thirst for, Dreams are blooming here, Where liberty will not be A name of Statue.

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Date: 8/30/2024 11:49:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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