Let me out of this falling rain
away from this muddy field
from this cold heart of yours
to lands numb and cold
like a snow flake on a wintry night
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let me find
the place called Dawn
let me find peace in my tears,
let me be, an arrow in the dusk;
lost and alone
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Reflections
PoetryIt was supposed to blow softly It was meant to last only for a while ...and that is the breeze of life... And that is the pain we bear. At the crossroads, with a smirk on the face, with fire in my eyes. I look in eager anticipation for the joys of y...
