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Parched Face…

Rain rain on my face,
Dancing on my lips,
Breaks all the silence of my soul…
Hiding all my tears,
I new face I wear.
But this pitter-patter on my soul…
Makes me aware,
This is not always,
Going to be there.
When the clouds depart,
The sun will shine through the rain,
Showing the same old face parched with pain…

 

© 2012 pimmi Nag

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