Raise A Rain

The swooning moon takes over,

Over a bluish green that none could see,

A soul silhouette,

A poem arose…

 The stones true to their colours,

The water clear and still,

The idols they were worshipped,

And their smiles undernourished…

 Clarity unfolds after long,

A long twisting time,

The moons over stars,

Still swoons and tunes…

 Simply twinkle,

Little trinkets charm you,

Summoning youth to the masters,

To the many that raise a rain…

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