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The Drought Season
O my stranger
Who understand the pain
They do not cause the pain
They do not mask themselves
To create the wall
Of the doubts and confusion
The healer heals the pain
But not cause the pain
The people of prayer stay,
Carrying the sentence
By the world
With silent lips,
Holding the tears, like diamonds
In the weeping eyes
That flow towards
The sinking ship of life,
Knowing it
The drought is also a season
That will come one day
And everything will go dry
It will be as nature
And done.
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