nothing is lost
Few lines up already
And few down
Few loaded inside
And few lost within
So many bruises and so many cuts
But not even one little scar to show
Dusty little alleys – ask for more
Those footsteps which are formed
And lost within a small whisper of the wind
Unanswered questions or rather unasked
With heaps hidden and much lost in smoke
Fire that’s invisible to eye but felt miles across
Harm which is done
Though nothing is lost
And few down
Few loaded inside
And few lost within
So many bruises and so many cuts
But not even one little scar to show
Dusty little alleys – ask for more
Those footsteps which are formed
And lost within a small whisper of the wind
Unanswered questions or rather unasked
With heaps hidden and much lost in smoke
Fire that’s invisible to eye but felt miles across
Harm which is done
Though nothing is lost
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