Feel

If one could feel again,
After the pain
How would the memory remain?

If a heart would hear the rain,
Could we also know the strain
Of the hardest stress on the vein?

How should one cross the plain,
Knowing how life could be in vain?

With song, with scent of flowers, and sometimes bubbly champagne...

(27 March 2010, 4.31 am)

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