Plaid wishes, raining down.
Clouds of the solitary worship.
The Earth arrested for possession,
"Goodness flowed in from all directions."
Springing up to take the fall,
Asking answers, all in all.
Even steepness has it's height,
It's OK to cry, so I just might.
Expect what comes indifferently,
Not always innocent;like me.
Taking in my superstitions,
Dreams are filled with premonitions.
Clouds of another dawn,
Had I'd known, I'dve carried on.
The sky is painted sickly pale,
Depressing color, thinly veiled.
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