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The rain makes me weak
like it weakens the ears of wheat
bent down by the gray  
surroundings are compelled to.
Bound to a strange delight
my bones get soaked in the strain
and It's blemished everything I put out
Poured out

Never take too seriously the hopes of spring
They will last till the desert dry summer.
Last year’s spring brought me an hope. Soon everything went wrong, no matter my efforts. That totally drained me... most part of my vital juice turned into dropping tears... and lots of rainy days didn’t help. This is the time around I’m better keep the lesson in mind. Here you are finally a new poem after almost an intire year of not being able to express myself through words, just this few lines back to last June. Time of many changes and you’ll hear about that soon
What is it about me that is attracted to you?
I see her everyday, sitting there, like she do.
The way her hair falls to her shoulders.
The way she smile makes me want to hold her.
She beautiful in every way.
I'd be lucky just to talk her for a day.
Once a friend but I want more.
So I'll her heal her soul of sore.
She thinks the worst of herself but its a lie
Many flaws and pain in her eyes
She hurts deep down, with a shattered heart.
She knows that I will glue the pieces to a whole part.
She knows that i would make her mine in a heart beat.
I will hold her tight and sit with her in the crazy seat.
I'll linger on the sidelines for now, until you're ready.
Then maybe we could have a relationship nice and steady.
'til that day You do like you do.
Cause there is no one I'd rather be with except,
Just you.
You are the good in the world. I am the one who needs you.
We, can be happy--but? You have to be down.

We are but one world of many. I am down in the happy-good.
You, who the - needs you? You can have the to.
I like to tinker with balance.
lollipop laughter,
light-hearted living,

picturesque, perfect people
penning pals their best,
pulling down presents
and pushing back pests.

sharing smiles, sending
sights, sound-bytes and bites
several miles, south by southwest
and some places elsewhere.

wishing well, winning wildly
with one another—We whine and
wine while wishing-wells way round
the round rock and wayward,
wish and wash
with the Without,
waiting
wading
in waste,
lands
we
won't
walk.

We'll wink, think and talk
shortly—but not a moment longer
and never more or nevermore,
unless we witness winter, fresh.

but locked or not
the door is rotten:
would a knock be heard
it'd already be forgotten.

open up.
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