The pitter patter pelts against the roof
Making me wish that I wasn't so aloof.
It makes me dream,
It makes me wonder;
What I could be without all this thunder.
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PoesíaTime measures all wounds and pain and sacrifices, but what happens when happiness takes too much time? People run out of patience and get frustrated. Problems are blown out of proportion and it takes all we have to just remain calm. As the clock kee...
