stumble makes us strong,
even pain capture the grain
of tears swept like no
other choice but
to pour out the rain
when you cry, smile
wonder the sky and nothing left
than a simple wrinkles
in the face lift
isles
tears, tears like teardrops
fall in the rain,
that makes
you simple as the sun shine
in the sky
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