I could cry a waterfall;
The gushing sounds against solid stone would sooth me.
I could slip in such a place
But I would still cry a waterfall secretly.
A place where my yells are drowned by rivers,
It could wash my sorrows away.
It could only leave the sun shining,
Making water glisten with its rays.
I could see a rainbow
Falling from cascades.
Each misplaced droplet against the sun
Could be beautiful in its own way...
And so I cried a waterfall
And saw the wonders it can bring.
Despite my tears against my cheeks,
I felt the sun shining.
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The power of emotions
PoetryThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
