Eyes Loaded With Gray Truths
Not sleepy but making roads lazy
Nights shouting liberty of walled green grass
Flying into the blackhole of one's self
Eyesshut by the triggered hands in the forest
Inflated mind surpressed depressed code of life
Outsiders playing cards of flowering water out of shattering beliefs
In life, there is no translation of loss
poem by Nyein Way
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