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Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Heal Me, Rain

I look at the rain, they look back at me.
They fall quickly, but make my soul flatter gently.
Their sound are all silent, until the wind make them sing.

Ah my friends, the jewels ‎of thousands clouds.
Come to me, brace this poor and dry soul gently.
Let me hear the eternal song which heal the broken-hearted past.

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