let the heavens dry,
carry away the pains of mine,
cause the sun wont shine long,
to give the happiness that we want.
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poemoblematic
Poetrypoem isn't pure anymore, so I start making my own poems, to let out the state of feelings, anger, sad, happy, are all one. do discover it.
heaven knows
let the heavens dry,
carry away the pains of mine,
cause the sun wont shine long,
to give the happiness that we want.
