The sky was crying boldly
The rain falls in harmony
Tell me, can an eye still cry
If even the tears are tired
to come out?
The lungs was filled with air
The heart was beating the same
But does it really matter?
When it beats with pain?
The trees move swiftly
The wind whispers song
Remind me of this beauty that seems no end
When I finally found myself again
(March 3 2022)
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Poetries for the King
PoetryI would always love to go back to that time. The time when I was absolutely nobody, but Christ set me free. -Yssa
