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"Raindrop-home"
While suffocating inside a bubble,
i am paying with my shivering sighs,
the colors sparkle singing a lore,
do not burst before my eyes,
arise says the taunting breeze,
with weightless flies hovering around,
i see through the magnifying glass,
as if the magic is to be seen;
only if you resign you'r own lenses,
or perhaps that's what the poetry corresponds!
no one responds to the cries unheard,
therefore my beloved can not read,
the faces i wear! the mirror i need;
a mockery dwells with twinkling droplets
while being shelter, you can't keep!
pockets swell buldging around,
rain, rain! seeps down to the ground.

© ZiaD