Tuesday, 18 January 2011

One fake winter season

The sun was swallowed by a rain cloud
The sky, wearing its black dress of mourning
Instead of weeping
Is now trying to hold its tears

I was told when I was young
That keeping things inside
And refraining from expressing sorrow
Leads only to a dead end
Eventually, one explodes from too much emotion

Expressing is one step forward toward accepting

Cry sky cry

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