Just like rain

There are scars that will never heal.
They are called years, they are called life.
When these scars bleed, and the ghosts come back,
the brain has learnt not to feel the pain anymore.
When you watch and behold your own pain,
it loses its power and it is just like rain.
The ray of a smile will advise you again,
the Sun is there, for everyone to pray.
The scars call for revenge, tears, regrets,
but when the answer is a smile,
accept everything and move on.
Hatred is the feeling of the weak,
leave it to them, it is their own defeat.
Feel how wet the rain has made you,
but the warm embrace of who know you,
is the best elisir for the existence.
Let not the thoughts to build a nest inside you,
like clouds, they come and go.
Behold the reality, made of things and skin,
because sometimes the rainbows hurt like hidden knives.

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