Under Your Open Umbrella 

My ears are blocked Yet I hear the hope in your words  And although my sight is hazy I still see the truth in your eyes. For shelter, I run into your arms Within your embrace, I find solace  Even when my body is drenched I feel warm under your open umbrella. © E C …

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​They wear medicated eyeglasses, For clear vision. They look above the eyeglasses, For clearer vision. Their hands shake like a leaf swinging in the air, Because of their tired muscles. Their body cuts on every touch, Because of their worn out skin. Vocally they tremble, Because their pitch is on the verge of expiration. Mentally …

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