Poezie
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the course of seasons has brought rain
and it brings tears
- myriads of friends -
they offer warmth,
comfort
and redden eyes
till I can see no more
*
rain falling down ushers in cold
and it stirs blood
- my closest friend -
it offers food
relief
and numbs the flesh
till I can feel no more
*
taste,
this is pain;
made up of spittle, blood and tears
I hunger as I wander in the freezing rain
I\'ve lost the trail
I can not find my way
and it\'s so cold
no wind to chase the clouds and stop the rain
I can not see
I have to feel my way
and I am lost,
I\' m all alone
- my blood and tears are my truest friends
they rushed to help and ease the pain-
I can\'t go on
can\'t spell it in reverse
I stumble through these fields all drenched in pain
my blood and tears were my truest friends
even my friends have left me in the end...
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