Until you find me broken and torn apart
in this world of scars and pain
you would see my stems and twigs
litter upon the ground as none remain
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I dance in the lonely rain
and picture my poetry in motion,
as sad tears drift on the pelter
like the billows of the ocean
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Barefoot round the sea rocks,
my friend was the one who held my hand,
carried my struggle throughout my life
on my own by nature I could not stand
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You can see me crying
forsaken and forlorn,
there is unending pain
happily I am not dying...
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