Wednesday, 23 January 2013

The rain I saw from my birth,
And the pain i feel near my girth,
Both are my teachers.
Latter is rude.
Former was calm.
Former made me feel chill.
Latter made me to yell!

I wanted to get warm.
Rain taught me,
To imagine myself a unicorn.
Pain teased me,
With it's unique horn!

My old teacher has expired!
But I can't find her tomb.
I don't know when she gave up!
Hasn't anyone made her a tomb?


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