A storm just prolonged my long sleepless sight..
Now there won’t be sunshine before the next dark night..
It’s raining poems in my mind and hailstorm of memories,
But I won’t write anything now. Poetry is just emo gibberish,
“Oh, the pain. The pain.. Your love in my heart left a stain….
and It always rains…..In my soul…”
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Charlie Chaplin in the final scene of The Tramp (1915, dir. Charlie Chaplin)
Bradshaw Crandel’s “Sweetheart of the Sun”
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