the sky is yellow with rain
it hasn't stopped raining all Summer
the wet sky is
stained with rain
I rewrite and wash
my life
the pitter patter of mantra, or tears
sheets of rain
then I saw fashion colours for this Fall
are amythyst and burnt orange
like the fresh clean billows blowing in the sky
suddenly at sunset
it hasn't stopped raining all Summer
the wet sky is
stained with rain
I rewrite and wash
my life
the pitter patter of mantra, or tears
sheets of rain
then I saw fashion colours for this Fall
are amythyst and burnt orange
like the fresh clean billows blowing in the sky
suddenly at sunset
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