My Pain
My pain
No more vibrations in my heart
Those beating are on a routine task
No monsoon or spring in my valley
Those changes are purely seasonal
Why then I pray for a rain
Is it to seed burdened pain in my heart?
Why then I cry for a rain
Is it to hide my tears behind?
I am nothing, neither a proud vacuum, nor a filled ocean
A journey from me arou...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:32 am
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