Gasping for Breath
Walking down the trail,
Snow falling, freezing the world.
I can see my breath,
It's being taken from me.
I see the crystal pond,
But it's somehow changed.
It's black as night and icy cool,
Walking in, I know my end.
My soul begins to scream,
I begin to cry.
I'm going in and drowning,
Trapped under the icecap.
I'm gasping for breath,
But I can't catch it.
I'm beginning to drown,
I'm gasping for one last breath.
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- On The T.V., Hannah Bryson Price
- Why do need wisdom anytime?, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- it is almost poetry, Mandolyn ...
- Wisdom's great aim, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Our world is without any kind of wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Dream packed drama, hasmukh amathalal
- A fool واحد احمق, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Quite same, hasmukh amathalal
- Lack of wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
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