Beautiful Pieces of Pains

All the saints I’m around turn to grey.

Their black eyes just stare and slay

My hope into dusty powders.

With teardrops, they’re falling together.

But the nature’s mercy

Brushes up each pain carefully.

Every invisible pieces of heart on the ground

Are transformed into jewels of red, star, yellow, crown.

I realize the world suddenly

Blesses every sad soul secretly,

With colorful lessons to appreciate,

With the never-dying faith.

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