Soaken
The world's apart
The thorns of a glass are left to be held
Mirror floating, broken with no reflection
Heart shaken in disbelief
No disper of fear, at any disposal
A day ment nothing, as hours evaporated with the wind of life perishing thoroughly
There is no chance to see further
Everything it's consumed back to the earth
The soil is swollen with Ashes
No one is left behind
No sign of soul in the South
No light of hope in the East
There is no reason to the West
The north is swallowed
Ashleigh Ngoqo
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