looking up the sky,
as I wished for a hope to fall by.
The hope that slid through rainbow,
then fogs at the thick clouds,
and falls and steps the ground .
Too many hopes that rained
but I've got nothing.
I wished for it for i'm falling down
yet given to those who are rising up.
g.c.
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The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
