Posted in Poem, Rhyming

Day 84: Rain

Wash the sorrows from my face
Cleanse the soul within this space.

The body released to mourn
Broken vows and words of scorn.

Tears run free from hate
A heart liberated from fate.

Till the head and let it pour
A final cry for all you bore.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Attempting to discover more about myself and the world

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