Hundred Days
Hundred Days
One day I waited
Two days I waited
………
Hundred days I waited.
In my solitude
None to care about.
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With it our artery too.
Life stands still
Winter, it has begun to chill
Loneliness envelops
A morbid mood develops
A snow-covered valley
Its epitaph read
Here lies, the rights
Aspirations and the people themselves.