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The clouds roll in, the rain is coming
Words from souls comes showering
Passion burns as hell
To see my Sister's broken heart heal
For so long tears drip with innocence
Deaf to the friends of twilight
Join the swing they entice
Now wounds hurt the young heart.
Rattle not the charming viper
Who bites with selfish generosity
Crushing young heart like a clipper
So stubborn stains dignity
Madness to call you a night owl
To puppet somewhere in the dark alley
In thy sparkling eyes may diamonds fall
And the rain drown the viper away
That my sister's heart may heal.
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dave
Poetry is passion; my passion - It is the voice of the voiceless. I write poems through inspiration from day to day events and experiences in my life. With what happens in our society I hope to create awareness, inspire positive responses and in turn, learn from others.
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