If only you had Waited a little Longer after dark Watched the gloom Dissipate, heard the Singing of the lark The sun flowered as It rose, time shot A golden spark Hope smiled a wide Horizon, busy bees Sipped on flowers - AR
Rain falls, And the dry Hard veneer Of reality Comes off a tad Heavens pour And the paint On the canvass Of creation Gets wet again A soggy façade, A damp front, And the smug Certitude of Established fact Sticks out like A sore thumb - Adil Rasheed
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