At most of the times I think so dark
And I am afraid the old trees bark
I am afraid of the people who live here
I think they are monsters or a shark
This is because their bad actions
And this removes satisfaction
And I remove all my worries
I recall his mercies and his creation
Rainbows will come out, one day
Water droplets will sparkle and shine
Flowers will blossom all the way
And everything will be totally fine
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Blowing Bubbles (2014-16)
PoetryA collection of non-fiction poems... #47 in Non-Fiction #154 in Poetry