Anthony Di'anno (Yorkshire)
I Am The Sun. I Am The Rain.
I am my own will-o'-the quantum mist.
My tempted fate abroad it's far flung door.
A cosmic echo within human schist.
A rippled raindrop crashing to it's shore.
Nothing but a flawed simple loving thing.
I seek no more than that which I deserve.
To use my own voice in the songs I sing.
To let loose my restraining dammed reserve.
Yet I ruin almost every chance.
Embroidered through my daily breaded strife.
I blindly stumble in a nervous dance.
Draped in my pity for this victim'd life.
Left to wring out rain from dark conjured clouds.
Else unwrap my true self from shriveled shrouds.
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