Unexpected day
Tears and rain collide
Forming a broad, crystal river
Flowing in our buoyant and merry hearts
Thunder is the sound of our heartbeats
So loud and unsteady
Pumping blood and pumping pain
For every parts to faint
Now our minds question the sanity
Struggling in reality
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
