Up Comes the Frown

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Down

falls

the

frown

Waterfall simulation

Ten trees block the tears

From everybody's vision

A storm rages on

Behind a damaged door

Battered by sharp words

It cannot take much more

Drummer fists pound the wall

Numbing the rage within

A battle of emotions continue

Which of them will win

The black clouds part

For a yellow sun

Confusion finally over

A golden smile won

Up comes the frown

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