Not I or You, It's We..
Refrain, I did; my emotional rain.
For none got wet, witnessing my strain.
Refrained is sympathy,
that is; the bit of humanity
in today's human indentity.
Why, oh why?
Is all your humid-eyes dry?
Heart beat is not a merciless repeat.
It is a rhythmic retreat.
Do not refrain, the same greet
that provides an immortal concrete
upon which we, not I or you,
we can build our bonding solid and new,
that possess nothing to refrain or drain..