Many kinds of people in the world
Each different from the other.
A man, a woman; there's a boy, a girl
A mere friend, child and a caring mother.
Love and hatred lives in all
Each shows and hides with caution
Not all can, though, define their call
Some suppress deep within, emotions.
Tongues only speak what they wish to give
Words can comfort and hurt.
Eyes are the true mirrors of the heart
That reflect the being right from birth.
Like rain that drowns and relieves another,
Our circumstances are to us.
And just like the rains soak the grounds
Our challenges are rains, we are dust.
The body is a vessel filled with feelings
There might be nobody to hear
But paper still lives, music still alive
It's alright to let out the fear.
It is indeed not easy to be heard
People turned dark and vile.
Yet it wouldn't hurt to say a word
It might just bring about a smile.
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Hey there,
This piece came about one day when things were just going wrong!!! I think the 'best' works of art come alive when a person is at his/her 'worst'. What an ironic contradiction!
Anyway, I hope all of you are at your best and living life to the fullest. Remember, expressing yourself may not always be the solution to everything but it sure will help you find your core.❤
Reminder: Requests are open(Refer to Author's Note)
Have yourselves a great time.
Until next time,
Love always,
-Staira
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