Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Rise in and Raisin

Weather is no big deal,
For sunrise awakes my dead soul,
Everyday and in nightmare,
During winter seasons.

I can't stand, head erect,
I can't walk and can't see the reality outside,
Belonged here, inside the dusks and artless country of mine,
I am dead.

Shouldering the weight,
I'd carry for almost five years and up,
'Though I'm down,
Misplaced it, where's my crown?

Body is limp for I brace my knees from coldness within,
I had been into warmth where I seek for it, for me to grow,
I am fruit and I am dead,
I'd swallow lot of sweetness 'though my pale face is in bitterness of what I dud before.

So dried and unhealthy to everyone,
I didn't know if they'll rise too—but I'd already came up to my chillness,
We will hold this together,
An umbrella to cover the rainfall—my tears are many, remember it as me.