I saw the summer lose her warmth
I saw the winter raise her head
All the flowers lost their charm
All the trees — they looked so dead
And I didn’t know why
…
I heard the angels shivering
While the heavens were trembling
The nasty wounds within myself —
Those echoes were resembling
And I didn’t know why
…
I caught the Devil and I asked him
“I am just a child of His
Spare me or kill me
But don’t leave me hanging like this.”
…
The winds whispered soft’ to me
About the blood they carried free
All through her lamentations
Not a word came back to me
And I didn’t know why
…
So I set off, I walked the earth
Rising above the frozen dirt
I kept the secrets to myself
Of my pain, my grief, my hurt
And I didn’t know why
A piece worth the read.
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The answer to “why” may be the most difficult to find the answer. I like the manner that you presented the question. Good work.
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Aww, I know…thanks for sharing the pain so poetically, so beautifully.
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You are welcome.
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hmmm
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nice
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Thanks.
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wonderful đŸ™‚
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Thank you.
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you’re welcome đŸ™‚
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Wonderful, Frank. I like and I share. Take care.
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Thank you.
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And you never will. Get used to disappointment.
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