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Aug 8
Remember when you told me to stop? 
That night I cursed the stars to drop 
which made my life burned out and flop 
having myself to feel the pain nonstop. 
But time went by, I learned to adapt 
the feeling of sadness to make a start 
of growing again after years of drought. 
Thankfully, there's rain helping me to sprout.
You can take a break to compose yourself from everything that had happened. But don't ever stop because you might get yourself a life without living. So be sure to get back up.


POEMS OF THE RAIN, Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
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