We are all searching for peace,
But peace never comes,
We are too engrossed in flames of pain,
That the feathers of relief never touch,
We just complain about everything,
Of things we can never ever have,
And we want the words,
That's left unsaid.
We pay attention to trivial things,
Not try to be a jovial being,
Think we deserve it all,
When we did nothing at all,
Tell me how can you find peace,
And the happiness you so seek,
When you want and see,
All the things that can't set you free.
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1 ; raindrops on my pain | ✓
Poetry― [poetry] ― ❝Raindrops on the pain; my pain yet don't wash them away from my skin, can erase only the salty tears streaming down my face, and all of my fears remain on the surface, raindrops on the pain; my pain leave all the memories as a stain...
