I'm shaking. I'm soaked to the skin.
My route of endless roads,
My life of simple days
Make up pieces of shadows.
It's harder to breathe in the rain.
I'm shaking. I must be back again
Lost this life. Not for the first time.
Only shadows follow me.
What do I feel? Cold and dark.
Look: I am my own enemy!
I could not fight back the rebellion!
Am I trembling with fear?..
20.09.2019.
Rain
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