Monday, February 27, 2012


The sun that still shines, 
Effulgent today,
Like any other,
As time fades away.
The moon that glows bright,
Everything so clear,
See the world that's upon us,
Our broken dreams held dear.
When all that is needed,
I beg and i shout,
But even a drop,
To end this harsh drought.
Happiness scarce,
It's blocked by the sun,
A too vulgar reality,
Clearness undone.
This night I cry silent,
My tears will fall free,
For the day clouds will come,
And happiness will be.
A raindrop will fall,
And the drought be no more,
Reality hidden,
While we steer from the shore.

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