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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