The Pain

January 8, 2010
By Anonymous

Pain is the thing that whistles
With an utmost shrieking tone
And runs itself through your blood
And turns your soul to stone.

And in a gust can knock down trees
And blow all leaves away.
The wind, however, can not blow
The thought filled mind astray.

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