I look around and the atmosphere feels strange.
Guilt is what's written all over their faces.
And for a moment it seems as if I am stuck in a puzzle.
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With the wait emerges extreme agony an unquenchable thirst and hunger. As I am about to accept the offer to join the lost and tormented souls, .......siginficance of the cold breeze. mama is here with me........ very very nice poem... indeed we receive help from above...... we should only believe in it.. tha nk u dear poet. tony
Hie. Great poem. We hope to read more and more.