CHANGE, ALWAYS

’s Thick for thunder, given that Nature and my Grief,
Show me the light of a tree – whose playing – I
can not – thus drifted thee
and it came for me
and it came for me

Think more of warmth and rain
to never miss it again

Even just to bear occupultancy,
No! chemise beyond luxury
When had it is potenticy
The shock of me to come
alone, yes and no,

For, ever Grief will come to me
and thunder – thick of sky- enlighten me

That my sorrow is sure of that tomorrow; men have sorrow.
That my flight is sure of that tomorrow; Nature have height.

And in that; never stays
in life, berotten death too, May us – I – bomb in women’s clay.

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When Nature gets disturbed – in any way –
It is a disaster in flood or drought.
This harmony is all we’ve got
And we see when it’s not.

I- for us- tought – that’s untrue
– unlucky you – tought you

That…yes…
-you say mess-
Heard you say…why?
Meant you say…why?

Cause I -for us – tought – that’s untrue
– unlucky you

Yet Nature gets disturbed
And Grief holts immersed
that’s Nature weahtered -if-
however Nature was disturbed-
cause a tree wasn’t touched
neither earth were ploughed
Nature has sought, and some, time caught

When nature is forsaken,
neither earth, nor human is shaken.

An empty land is of Nature forsaken.
-Unbearable-the width of it’s strength –

To forget, in warmth and rain.