The little battle to live and breathe
Away from the synchronous reach!
Knows no depth of the calm scene
And rising storm carving in reins.
What chokes this mind to the soul,
Takes away to the rotten road
Restless mind flinches the smell
Of the people walking by them
It fumbles to fall tripping to rise
Fighting a spirit to get up to ride.
But the rising smoke ladens around
Making the sight out of the surround
Soon the covers become too thick
For it to battle ahead to rise and live
The little battle ends to the time
Making way for the silence to shine!
-SSW
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