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Sunday, December 4, 2011

The Blur In The Droplet

I used to travel between brightness and darkness,
from the optimistic hope to the pessimistic despair,
just keep going nonstop.
It has been raining continuously for several weeks.
Still,
song is sung by the same voice,
thing is seen by the same eyes,
mind is still occupied by the same feeling.
It is normal at all,
but the same flower that smiles today,
tomorrow will be dying.

It rains again.
The droplets keep striking me in a pulsating rhythm.
I don't care,
I just believe in hope,
stubborn but determined.

It rains heavier and heavier,
the sky is getting gloomier and gloomier,
the droplet becomes bigger and bigger,
I get into a tram.

I don't know where to go,
I don't know when the rain will stop,
I don't know what the situation is now going,
I don't want to get off from the tram.
I am laying in the darkness to survive,
expecting the rainbow to appear,
praying for the brightness to come.

However,
the brightness I am longing for will never come again,
never again,
it is never again.

I never realize.

(1st July,2005)
Trino Chan
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Kaia Grønnbæck 04 December 2011
Powerful words. I can somewhat relate to this poem. I hope the last part is not true, though...Thank you for sharing it.
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