small voice in silence
nothing more could hear
only feeling could read
searching for the secret
of the hidden note
between lies
and truth
I don't get to see
how's the process going
each drops of rain rapidly fired
like bullets from a machine gun
coming to a spot like a bomb
But if break the ice
melt by the sun
sure is gonna be water
floating freely nowhere
from south
heading north


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