Let the rain wash off all my misery,
Let the river take it.
If I were to tell the mount of my issues
It would split.
Let the sea hold my secret,
It would turn into a wave.
Hitting me with power,
Something that can never be stave.
Let the wind take my tears,
It would fall.
Every tear I let go,
Is covered with a wall.
Let the grim reaper take my soul
Even death will reject me.
Nobody was able to handle me,
I can already grantee.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poesía[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
