My heart is distraught, confused and verbally abused.
The Earth is Screaming.
In-a-rant
The clouds perform.
An ineloquent waltz.
1-- 3--4...2--4--9
It teases me with its tears.
They remind me... It doesn't always have to make sense,
To make sense.
In a sequence dress the Sound glistens, it dances.
1--2--3, 2--2--3 it tells the clouds.
Faintly it caresses the shore line.
In a waltz
1--2--3
A -slow and steady pace.
The moon has control now.
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