Can you spread your sorrows as you spread out this laundry?
Can you let them out to breathe?
Perhaps if you spread them on the clean grass,
They would dry out or dissipate with the air.
Do you care for them as you do for this laundry,
Which you spread on the rooftop in the morning, And remove at dusk?
Doesn't sorrow have the right over you? Doesn't your heart deserve to rest?
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
