Mystery of the rain
That falls on the sky
Is an endless
Draught
That people face.
Why are we so fast to judge
And so slow to forgive?
Lies fall down
Like a toxic rain
And then people are left
Out alone against
The fragility
Of the sky.
People used to be buried
In numerous
Ancient tombs
And they were closer
To the most sincere
Cases,
They would like to get back
Their privilege,
Their identity.
They would like to start reading
Endless prayers
To the eternal
Component of their lives.
They would like to start blossoming
Like flowers
That are capable of growing
On their own.
People's fragility
And phases of cosmic light
Were different
From previous discoveries.
Independence 24. 8. Mystery
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