The bitter truth
no more concealing
lets be revealing
we talk about feelings
coz that brings us healing
the nights are for sleeping
and the day are for weeping
in truth there is pleasure,
a longing and a self-denied treasure
In July
And in July it rains As if the cosmic wash day had arrived So I spread this poem on my roof To cleanse it pure as white And it rains on July As if to wash away every bit of dust And here drenched on my rooftop I witness salvation And on July it rains From my eyes it pours out My beloved soaked in pain Oh why oh why does it rain. Timepast McShifan Xis · Friday, October 2, 2015
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