Birds chirps outside the window,
it can only hear them whine,
River flowing around the corner,
making it feel the clasping of waves,
Sun shining down on a freezing morning,
only the temporary stay,
Rain pouring down the mountains,
pretending washing the pain.
A broken heart can barely see,
the light in the darkness,
It struggles, it fights,
it ponders, it cries,
It screams in agony,
and only it can hear it.
When the peeper cries,
the world can see the tender eyes,
But when the core cries,
the sounds reverberates inside the thine
(We all have our dark sides and this is mine...sometimes i feel this way as well :).....:)......)
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