Category : Poems

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I lived longer in the dark, 

The light awaits me at the end of my life.

I felt the rain on my skin more than I felt the sun.

 I don't care what day it is today, 

For me they are all the same. 
 I'm waiting for the wind to carry me like dust

 Above the field when I'm dead.

 I'm a worm that wanted to become a butterfly,

But my wings were broken 

And I got used to seeing the world below.
I rarely saw the light, 

I got used to the darkness I have. 

 My tears have covered the sun,

The light awaits me at the end of my end.