Whitewater disguised indifference, collapsed bridges
observe distant travelers stopped and frustration.
The story is unmoved, not enemies
winners all perished,
all empires collapsed,
all love are extinct.
Time is just a word that is exhausted,
a mirror that never returns the same look,
an excuse for not turning his head
and petrified with grief and shame.
Walker sometimes not appreciate the beauty,
discover swirling dreams in death,
writes love poems to the skeletons of
bridges and turns and a half, forget the shame, and progress .
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