gorgeous like the skies of the new born
cries out ripple the churring waters wake
the eyes of the new shatter
together we become whole
palms reach out to feel the tips
the rain erupts out of the skies
the clouds spread across the seas and leave
brush becomes living once more
trees fall and stumble down to the earth
for they are no longer wanted
the skies erupt with the creaters
for the beauty is not ours to tarnish
we tarnish the love of it
and for that we are stolen.
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