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People like good coffee.
People like a good story.
People like the colour blue.
People like to feel wanted
people like money.
It hasn’t rained here in a while
If rain is as a cleanser of infectious diseases and memories
For I dream of the rapids and their violent thunder
Smashing heads against rocks, so as to wipe away their past
When it rains the sky will be a window
Rain is a dream
For in sleep I find no peace
but rain is only a dream, that never shows here with dryness in the soil
and I wish to rid this rock that keeps falling on me
when it rains, no rocks will remain
When it rains, my mind will be clear
No tales will haunt me
No old stories
Just new hope
When it rains, I know it will come down with the sun blazing in full glory
And when it rains my mind will be empty and pure
And nothing will have tainted it
And no one will be there
if there were people, they wouldn’t exist
for all you can see and hear is rain
the rain will ring loud and clear
no bitterness
just rain
as a soldier, who once marched
lies in the snow and surrenders his weapons.
Hearts and Hearts. 