Escapism
sometimes, we have to stop
for a lil while
to feel our breathe…
to yell out our melancholy
through the gentle slap of the wind
as it harshly brushes our hair–
that voice within ours
is the truth
that lies behind all facts…
where in for every facts
there is only one that abridges all.
afterwards…droplets of solitude
fall down on our face.
then, a lil sunshine
would rise…
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