Friday, March 19, 2021

The Right Morn

To the rain, I sacrificed my tear.
Happy am I like a pious morn.
Little wonder the darkness falls
.
Away I will take heed.
To never return a troubled gaze.
And will i let go like a vanishing spray.
.
Indeed, I will ask for a gentle night.
And seek no doubt my patient mind.
So stop being stubborn and follow right.
Surely my war is done.

-Kiyomi Kiyomi

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