Little Souls
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Soran M. H
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For a few years
a black cloud has
rained on the farm of
my poetry
No plants grow
apart from little souls
wrestling with life
Soon they die
forgotten by their
readers who
don't care
who has written these black poems!
and why?
Without looking at the darkness
of the cloud flying from the east, saying:
They should be
less dark
for the sake of
the optimistic horizon
and the daylight's brightness
But the full clouds
still rain
on the farm of my poems
without stop
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