In time of Silver rain,
it rained through the dark sky.
Sky, the vast variations of blue that spread above,
above the people on this land.
We land here in hopes for a better life,
to live on this land, that is aimed below for destruction.
Destruction unknown to us
Us, the unenlightened aliens to the once abundant nature
The nature is deteriorating
The deterioration is unnatural, but foreseen
Foreseen, foreshadowed in the dark clouds,
that bring Silver rain
Laid eyes on you, knew we would marry Lips slightly bigger than mine, pink like tree, cherry Immaculate coils, sitting on caramel shoulders Beautiful lioness, petite hors d’oeuvre Beautiful soul, know
the Scale was in balance, at a time. two different objects on either end, physical mental yet still, it would remain steady. something now was off, an unbalance. where is
“next stop Sycamore & Drake” it gets repetitive right? hitting the same spots every day. But I guess I kinda like it “next stop Sycamore, Russel, U-mall” a Bit soothing in a way But I think I needa br
