The sun is here,
Why do I still feel the drizzle,
Still can hear thunder,
Still can see darkness,
Still can taste rain,
Still can sense gloom,
Sun, you big deceiver!
The sun is here,
Why do I still feel
That the storm is near
THE QUILLER
- azlee benjusop
- when i grow up i wanna be... a poet not a liar, a writer not an author, an artist not an aesthetist, a truth-teller not a sooth-sayer, a healer not a doctor, a friend not a fiend, a tale-sharer not merely a story-teller, a reflective actor not merely a doppleganger, and myself not any other.
A Man Is Not The Mask He Wears
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