On the streets I'm walking dead..
Breathing the coldness of many hearts..
Shading tears on the ground concrete..
Thundering the life inside me..
Judging only by the cover
Without to embrace the chapter.
A living book forgot to smile.
A crying pen forgot to write..
—The essence of life..

© 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶.