Between of Ruins

I am tripping between of ruins
Stopping and blowing again undecided winds
Screaming on my head a crow
Does it call my disaster or
Warning me?
It cannot talking that how can I know?

I am tripping between of ruins
Outside blowing undecided winds.

Street has been singing its song
With pell-mell
Dustbins full
How many people even eats
All the same hungry soul.

First, had I where from begun to travel?
How many days
How many months?
Maybe year...

Anymore I can't know
I can't know anymore
Where is paradise
Where is hell...

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