Going through many rocks,
My legs ache, but I go on.
I don't know who locks
This door, breaking my bone.
I learnt this damn way
Because I needed to win this game.
I pray
For not letting others lame.
Within my deep nature,
I believe it's the last stage.
I am getting out of capture,
Not to come back to this cage.
Rocks
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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