A shiny sky to enlighten your lane,
calm oceans to purify your pain,
poetry and music that spread holy grace.
I ignore what is good and sane,
you're longing for the rain,
and we're filling our souls with disgrace.
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I ignore what is good and sane, you're longing for the rain, and we're filling our souls with disgrace Nicely penned. Thanks for sharing it. 10