Beneath, Yet Among, The Gray Wave
What's So Bad About A Little Nourishment?
Why would I run away from the gray wave
Of droplets coming to nourish the Earth
I’d be happy if this became my grave
//
Dark clouds, wind and water are what I crave
And with tickling green grass, this is my mirth
Why would I run away from the gray wave
//
But it’s tainted, so they flee to their cave
Because they think it no longer has worth
I’d be happy if this became my grave
//
Despite polluting the vast sky’s enclave
It endures to begin the world’s rebirth
Why would I run away from the gray wave
//
Are you inspired, or hiding in your cave
From something beautiful with endless worth
I’d be happy if this became my grave
//
If you think the gloomy “acid” depraves
You don’t have to let it enter your girth
Why would I run away from the gray wave
I’d be happy if this became my grave
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Daniel Freeman
A friend accidentally got me into writing, and now I can't stop
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