@Fatema
Now everything is black and white
Time like a handful of sand, No matter how much I want to hold on, My hands are empty as soon as I open it. The times left were much better. Those days in the crowd of memories, Now everything is black and white. When I was child, I was fine, There was no conflict. How much rhythm of life was lost in youth. Breathing rose in the fence of the relationship, Hope of survival is slowly disappearing.
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It's really nice poetry