Trees sway
Flowers bloom
Here I sit
In my room
Breezes blow
Rains pour down
Too much water
Makes one drown
Blink your eyes
One day goes by
Fighting life
Makes me die
Tired of
Thundery days
There has to be
Another way
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent work, thinly vailed inner turmoil exposed, yet not quite



