The walls shall crumble
They shall go down
Tumbling and smashing to the ground
In a heap of rubble
Those high, unbreakable walls
Cloistering and suffocating in their midst
Making the world seem so small
The colors dim in the mist
Those barriers of your mind
No longer a protection
An enclave impossible to find
A constant cycle of inaction
No path has been forged
No desires nor traces of urge
To chase down the dreams
Follow them down the stream
Like a child looking at Nature with delight
Like a passionate lover at night
Harsh, unforgiving bricks of fears and doubts
Hard walls erected during a whole life
Coming undone as one finally breathes its last
Filling the air with regret and sorrow
At the existence that was wasted in vain
The unlived dreams becoming grey ashes
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Bahora Saitova
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Bahora Saitova
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