The Monster

So often hurt would follow laughter;

At times a smile would help a tear dry faster;

By different people uttered, the same words

Sound wise in one voice, in another one – absurd;

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On a dark winter day a ray of sunshine

Would offer solace, hope and joy;

While on an afternoon in summer

It may feel like but an annoyance;

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Today you think I am a monster,

Who knows no empathy or love;

Tomorrow you might change your mind but,

Unlike today, you might be wrong

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