i don't mind if the rain starts.
none of us would mind if the dime sparks.
we just walk on the land.
you and me might step on the sand.
till a fist touchs you in the face,
you yet to know sky.
till the blood comes out from your mouth,
you yet to know earth.
i have no rhyme.
for you to read with time.
i have no charm.
you can bear that in mind.
distance.
faith.
distinct.
heart.
meaningless without soul.
barely empty in sorrow.
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