Saturday, December 06, 2014

The more it pains

The more there is thought
The more words we configure
To describe an unnecessary memory
Of yesterday, today
It pains, endlessly.

We may cast out pain from the mind
For it to not disease the heart, anymore
But when heart infects
To paralyse the mind
It pains, endlessly.

When you can see wind
Making leaves, homeless
When you can feel rain
Dampening the soil, till eternity
It pains, endlessly.

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