The Prayer
The rock inside
Me melts
Into drops
And the rock
Inside my chest
drinks those
Tear drops
Spilled for
No cause
Calling for
No help
Making
No appeals
Feeling for
No reason
Crying with
No pains
Just weeping
Just for
The joy for
Weeping.
At the end
I feel I had
Weightless wings
And begin
Floating…
Floating…
with a
Feel of
Being unborn
Ease.
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