Poetry behind dry branches
Poetry behind dry branches
Look at me and you cut me down before I grow up, where your conscience and I can't touch myself to face all the obstacles around me ...
There used to be a lot of hope that I carved in my heart, because I was sure I could reach all of it, my heart was really sad to see my life that was affected by time, so cruel to you until you fell my pride until dusty and now what else do you want, should I prostrate at your feet so you can laugh at my suffering no ... I will not do that, I am not a retarded person who wants to be a slave to your evil and look at me? I will get up and humiliate your pride, so you know who I am who became a dry branch because of your actions ..