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May 2014
I look up to the clouds
In remembrance of you,
That was never around
When I most needed.

The only heat I know
ItΒ΄s the one from the sun.
The only scent I smell
ItΒ΄s the one from the rain.

I look down to the grass,
Wondering why it looks so alive,
When the absence of rain
Should make them die.
alienobserver
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alienobserver  Brazil
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