A crying Morning
A Crying Morning
As the dark cloud does not bring rain
The bright day
expels water
The freshness is lost in hollow bitterness
He sits in the bed trying to capture the face
To see how poor he is
He is in jail heart without a lawyer
He is in
a sick room without
nurse or doctor
He likes having not feet to run
He weeps without a handkerchief
He is buried, tired, and lost
He only brings himself on the tears
He does not listen anymore the bird sings
He does not see the sun lights
There are no couple again in his eyes walking in the
morning
Just a wet willow with him
And an exclamation of forgiveness
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