Rain,
just like what comes your way,
when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,
and you rise, to belief, to redressal and a Recipe to life
Speech,
just as we walk,
this must be a method, for all of nature to succumb :
to a poison lesser known,
and the madness that revolts,
exhausting our resource of Rebellion
Minefiled,
as the poet says :
of thought and action,
where each explosion changes Minds,
Ways, the one she knew, the jaded hand
as the Backstage Crew sails the 'sepia tinted'
Garage,
Like where our Car rests,
in silence.
at the right time : when the weather is just right,
We will bring out the tent,
pitch it on the land we never owned,
and stay, for as long as Time allows our minds to wander,
and then return...
Rain,
just like what comes your way,
when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,
and you rise, to belief, to Shamanic faith and a Recipe to life
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