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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Suffering



When the voice shouts 
And the echo screams 
When the wind hustles
And the nose has the sniffles 
When the heart is determined 
And the brain is confused 
You have these dull years with those dark days
When the rain falls 
The river breaks drip .. drip .. drip 
When that first step is taken
The fall was not planned but mistaken 
It had to be when the body was suffering
That they brought burnt offerings 
Which he knew was his mother's ashes 


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1 comment:

  1. great poem pebble$ i really like your creativity,and the way you play or should i say use your words.

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