Under tightly spun silver clouds- a ray of sun dances in me
And as the world looks on to darker days, as the earth begins to undress- slipping out from her tired robe,
I sing.
And
I know you can hear me; that somehow a piece of sky sleeps in me now-
Slumbering on, unaware of the elements that will soon be draped across
your face.
Today, the rain reverences you.
And I too, bow low, to the power that brings you here.
Inside me I am traveling further than any plot of land, on a road through silence. We go. You come. And with you, you bring some semblance of home.
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