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Nov 2019
Years, down down the line,
For a while, I spoke in my brain,
Just to tell the tale of the rain
And how I didnt like the rays of its sun
I wanted to speak out yet!
Of how the sun shrinked my skin
And how its rays, scorched my beauty
I wanted to shout yet again!
To let the world know of its immense,
How many stones, I flew to the sky,
How much I battled with its rays

That was not the story,
It was all about the heart,
How the burn was intense!
And I hated the rays more,
I hated how heavy it all was,
I wanted light but not that of rays,
Maybe the light to neutralize the weight!

She tapped me,
And maybe I had forgotten,
I needed the ray of hope,
But too late, the rain washed it away!!
Speaking of a soul that distances itself from holding on to a hope, it had once lost.
Written by
Kirah  19/F/Kenya
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