What a wondeful world


I see skies of deep blue

Changing to veils of grey,

I see no single hue

Tainting the souls of clay

Bearing the sacred cup

Host to rivers of wine,

As hearts seem to stack up

Where diamonds perhaps shine

I see no letting go,

I see grasping at straws

For djinns of indigo,

I see how lightness draws

The moth into the night

And yet the wall is white.


21h59, one minute to the end of the world.

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