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A stranger asked me once to draw my sadness.. 

But my world is blind, 

I try to play the song, 

With the broken tendons 

But my voice becomes impossible 

To be heard from crying. 

He asked me to write my sadness.. 

But he doesn't know that 

She is a shy kid hiding in my heart, 

All her life she painted on the walls 

The pictures of a happy family, 

Although she never knew the meaning of it. 

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The sound of the bumping rain on the roof, 

It's like the voice of my heart.. 

The voice of my isolation, 

As I attempt to break the deadly calm! 

My heart is like the rain 

When it falls on the iron 

 It does not wet tears. 

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That curious lost friend once told me, 

As he was ignoring my tow wings.. 

You can not fly.. 

And I believed him! 

He also told me before he died. 

I will always be with you!  

But he did not catch my fingers 

And dive out under the dirt. 

Since then, 

I no longer trust anyone.. 

Even my heart..

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Sad , but well spoken from the heart:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Thank you for sharing:)

[Half Dream]

That's the definition of my writing, it comes from my heart! :)

Thanks a lot Jonathan. :)

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Smiles well I love that in a writer:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) your very welcome my friend:)