My Tears are Rain, by Butterfly Warrior
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I am one who doesn't sit by,
who doesn't watch disasters,
but acts too kind.
My inner sorrow is too much to bare,
so into poems the energy goes,
and I release my despair.
I make everyone happy before myself,
unhappiness eats away,
like lice on a scalp.
I feel too much pain,
but my story doesn't end,
it rains on me and i feel happy again.
The cool drops fall like water on dishes,
after all it did come from small wishes,
thunder rolls and lightning strikes.
Next time I'll make sure,
that when things are being decided,
my voice will be heard. |
Posted: 2012-07-21 02:38:29 UTC |
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