1:  Rainfall on the landscape,

Greyness in once clear skies –

The darkness you shall escape,

If you choose to see through brand new eyes.


2:  Seemingly inevitable,

At the same time futile:

Array of solitude,

Becomes a ray of sunlight –

Clustered like a tree line.


3:  Perpetual blindness of our realm

And all of the beauty within –

Our world’s cruelest act;

Our world’s gravest sin.



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