The Beauty of Pain
I listen for a sound
And I hear tear drops of clouds
As they water dry grounds
I see sproutings of green grow
Like the river run it flows
And as the golden sun it glows
From the soil of tears
A planting appears
Defeating the fears to make all hear
Pain is not vain, it's beauty is gain.
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