Words pour like rain
when in utterly miserable pain
Tumultuous torrents
Flooding from a heart
throbbing with an aching
with nothing and nothing to gain
but the utterly miserable pain...
It never rains forever...
Fountains of poetry
under mountains of sorrow
after the rain, still remain
lingering on, to be borrowed
in happier times, of blue and yellow.
It's never all sunshine forever...
Inhaled by the rays of the sun,
the fountain water gathers in the sky
to make another grey cloud
another rainbow
another rain of pain
Another cycle's done
Yet another one begins...
and there goes life,
humming, strumming, and LIVING.
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