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Weather dripping with hate-filled clouds,
Like my resentful mind they cannot cry
My heart feels achy
My soul unhandy
I want rain rain rain …

I show up every time,
My blissful face with a smile
Then I fall like a tree
With sorrow in my heart
I want to cry cry cry …

No emotions are left
They all die die die …
I am a sorry bird in a steel cage
I can’t move my wings
I want to fly fly fly …

The real faces can’t be found,
The hearts are unkind
There are many differences
Between conscience and disguise
In this world, I cannot stay stay stay…

By Beheshta

Photo by Luis Argerich