My heart is not longer content
And with all my tears pain descend
No longer I can just pretend
Counted tears whenever I went
Day and night my soul feels just spent
Home or in the streets hear their pulse
Run from them is my first impulse
With life again they breathe alive
More and more come,I just survive
Home or in the streets hear their pulse.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
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