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Clouds
pass overhead
piling up so broad and deep
the skies turn from sunkissed blue
to sullen grey
our troubled minds
at times, coincide, conspire
against even the noblest heart
to wound us so we find solace
only in our pain
it is said, of troubles
when it rains ...it pours...
a sorrow, alone
we cannot for long endure
against the tide
of sorrows circumstance
All products of our toils
vanish, leaving us lost from the memories
where once we found ourselves
crossing the bridge to heaven
now by foul winds tossed
we find ourselves falling
disillusioned...deep in a trance...
wondering where is the love
of life which we shared
with a rarer soul than ours
by chance got washed away
as our fortunes smile
turn inside out and upside down
spoiled our visage, once joyous
lost, our crown, victorious
our visions wane, the hour grows late
as the shadows we cast grow deeper still
as we weep so often alone and unconsoled
once distant plains grow nearer
while we await our fate, in fear
as the death blow of the scythe
seems poised to end to our lives
as if... to turn our souls back
into the Earth once more
with no possibility of a hope restored
tilling the soils, again,
whereby the essence is returnedto source
to rebirth another life
some moments lost, as others are gained
as Heaven knows, in this life's daisy chain
while touching spirits dance into forever
just as they have before the beginning dawn of time
though we tend to lean upon other souls
embroiled forever in such precarious state
what common feelings we share
of this life suspended in emotions
time and space...
spirits make sparks, glisten with emotion
with certainly as the tensions building
must eventually release the pain
our hearts break openly at last
our tears fall ...and it rains
perhaps, by chance
to quench the hurt
ones loss
to birth in another
a gain
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