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The beggar
I am a beggar of sorrows,
In the rain, I seek the sun.
The scorching sun burns my soul,
Dreaming of a serene and blissful shade.
Blue sky and beautiful clouds,
Painted across the cosmic expanse.
Yet, the falling rain,
I still yearn for within my soul.
When the night pierces the spirit,
I mourn the passed day.
Dreaming of a transient tomorrow,
Even though its arrival is uncertain.
Sadness, I weep,
Happiness, I implore.
Without shame, without hesitation,
I reveal the contents of my heart.
I am the true beggar,
My soul and heart profoundly impoverished.
Wealth, I do not possess,
Only prayers I can offer.
I am the beggar longing,
For the warmth of love and affection.
May one day, in the future,
Happiness comes knocking at my door.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
In the rain, I seek the sun.
The scorching sun burns my soul,
Dreaming of a serene and blissful shade.
Blue sky and beautiful clouds,
Painted across the cosmic expanse.
Yet, the falling rain,
I still yearn for within my soul.
When the night pierces the spirit,
I mourn the passed day.
Dreaming of a transient tomorrow,
Even though its arrival is uncertain.
Sadness, I weep,
Happiness, I implore.
Without shame, without hesitation,
I reveal the contents of my heart.
I am the true beggar,
My soul and heart profoundly impoverished.
Wealth, I do not possess,
Only prayers I can offer.
I am the beggar longing,
For the warmth of love and affection.
May one day, in the future,
Happiness comes knocking at my door.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
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