Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Finding a new Grace

Summer smog disappeared from my mind,

And winter made me think,

The world went to blue, black

And grey.


The shock came suddenly

I was just me

Alone, no beautiful people

No tribe.


Then spring came in winter

The clouds chased each other

Like my mind

After the next high.


Turbulence made the still

I realised the bright blue sky

Myself and a storm

Were happiness.


So let me sing about experience

Let me find an earnt grace

The song will be as sweet

As the toxic tune of false happiness.


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