Threat To Future
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The window that opens
There facing green wild
Brings new fresh air in
That I shout like a child
The rain of coloured
Petal of sweet flowers
Fills the sleeping heart
With colourful showers
But that cloud of smoke
Coming from concretes high
Threatening to swallow
with a death like sigh
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş