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Storming rain The sound of life Deeply drains Into a strife Only my age Lives in my booth Becomes my cage My future, my truth It’s just some tears No one should care Fighting my fears Do not despair To finally cope Severely drifts, My promising hope Is what has left
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Hope! Not Dead Yet...
Storming rain The sound of life Deeply drains Into a strife Only my age Lives in my booth Becomes my cage My future, my truth It’s just some tears No one should care Fighting my fears Do not despair To finally cope Severely drifts, My promising hope Is what has left
© Copyright Abdullah Ayyash February 20th, 2012
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
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