In the hour of my painful pleasure
When frustration juxtaposed my hands
Even when I trudge through the street
Through the rabbles and itching of the night
When the house plates cry and weep
For the moment of pressurizing
Yet, mine heart ponder in thought
When I lie within my bed
Within my couch of discomforted
Buried in mood and scotched in head
When thou feeble and senile
And healthy smile truncated
When famine gripped my stomach
Though hard word coarsen my lips
Let dark cloud give way to light
And blue skies glimpsed by
Smiles aglow and every sigh a refresher
My flowers bloom again and future unfolds
Grasses are evergreen
And sun is raising high for you
Just for you to smile.
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