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Sadness

Sad as the dark night,
Nothing bring joy to my senses,
Trees crying in sad dance,
Enslaved by their roots.
Sleeping moon, dry breeze.
Just the abuse of the tyrant
consuming my thoughts.
Who will close the wounds
Of so many hearts?
Who will silence
The echo of the screams?
Begging now to the stars
To shine in the fields,
Taking the shadows
Of pain, the broken flowers
From my hands,
Sweet water wash
Hate from the human heart,
The tears of so many eyes,,,,,,
Transforming our spirits
Into substance and reason,
Flying like albatrosses,
Into the blue sky. 

– Pili Pubul
February 6, 2005

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