AFTER THE RAIN
the penance of years, or the waiting of
depressed eyes forced the sky,
to break the condensed
ego, the rain lashed
the inner deserts
last night,
the self produce darkness or the destiny;
whatever was that, but life didn't
leave the search of light,
it was necessary to
war with himself,
after
defeating the deposited narcissism, the
heart looks as the crystal clear
water of wild stream, the
sediments of hatred
gradually
disappears, and emotion flows with the
beautiful waves of innovative
thoughts, in the heart
the tiny plant of
love, have
been
sprouted with new hopes, to touch the
first ray of morning - -
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