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Poem 6

Turning the white, bright pages,

I realized that my tears were hidden below,

Upon which there were unseen stitches,

Of which I couldn't run away; hearts dark and hollow.

With a white stained black sleeve,

I wiped the pool of sea, which turned to pure blood,

Pain, pain, everywhere, even in the passing breeze,

Silenced cries heard in hearts, the sea flood.

A pained laugh, a pained life, and mind,

So pained that I became numb,

Stepping on each step, the pages turned dark and blind,

Hands in my head, I did nothing more but stayed dumb.

To ease the pain, to lessen sins,

As I walked forth, searching the ray...

KHIN