A Poem (16)

Silence,
around me.
Silence,
inside me.
No blooming flowers,
only blank asphalt.
Nothing left,
a slowly dying generation.
Generation of grey.
Grey,
Black,
White.

Disappeared with the sun,
the happy soul.
Only the outcast,
no filling.

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