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Where The Clouds Are Weeping
Trickle tears 'pon velvet sand,
the desert evergreen,
sprouting forth in ushers;
waiting for the moon to see.
The greenest thumb of all,
isn't green;
It's gravity, the push and pull
the subterranean splurge,
whose words deluge;
...wafting in breezes.
Where scarce is emotion,
sorrow is a lake.
Where patient devotion is opaque;
It's transparency becomes infectious.
Upward.
Upward.
Reaching high,
where tears resign themselves
to die;
where the clouds are weeping.
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