Thursday, August 27, 2015

Don't Tell me again - 27/8/2015

If you see my smiling, all joy abound,
My cheeks so bright, lovely and sound,
My eyes, flowers in bloom, shining and bright,
The cloudless sky is just empty, lovely albeit,

It isn't as though, I am free of all strain,
All roads look clean, after the rain,
So my dear, don't tell me again,
"Blessed you are", you know not my pain.

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