She stares out the broken window,
The eyes to her soul.
Her world is burning outside,
Everyone looks happy,
Cloaked in flames of gold.
They all torment her
They don't care.
Her world is burning.
And no one is there.
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שיריםIf all you felt was sadness what would the world be. This is why we write poetry. ©All Rights Reserved Mature Content
