Tempestas

The sky is painting grey,

creating big storms.

With rain and wind,

like the mind is processing.

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Anger generates sadness,

sadness generates tears.

Tears drop like water from the clouds,

mouths scream like the sound of the storms.

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We can see tears in our eyes

and feel the wind blowing away

All our senses and feelings

can create big storms or sunny days.

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The world is getting tragic,

the unique soul that was here can´t save us again.

No one will fall down to help,

no one will appears to purifies the souls and the skies