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Everytime

Lines were pouring down
From the disappointed sky
They had much to tell,
Yet they ran wild.

She had been there,
A woman in sorrow indeed.
Took a deep breath of sadness
As her time had arrived for reality.

Then she thought
If only she had the power
To heal anything
Would say a 'broken-heart'
Of inexplainable pain.
Everytime.
Everytime.

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This poem is very nice to read and feel... Thanks for sharing.. I invite you to read my poems..