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Long days I've been sad
Sometimes I'm an inch to going mad
So I wrote these guides
In hope that I'll feel alive
Comes a day when the rain falls
Pour hot fuels to strong brews
'Stead of feeling rather the kicks
My heart starts to palpitate
Comes a day when the wind blows
Mixed some yellows to ease the blues
But the canvass starts to grows
Into a darker shade of mixed hues
Comes a day when the sun strikes hot
Dived in waters --- a bubble bath
But every pop, my mind wanders off
And back to the pain it starts
Comes a day when the clouds are fluffy
I reaches out hoping it'll take me away
But it glided in the air, farther at bay
Guess it never wanted to stay.
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Altum Uchū: Beauty of Pains
PoesiaA space meant for poems. The sufferings and pain of yesterday. And the pain of the what ifs and why nots. A mind works differently alone
