RAINDROP/SUNDROP (GRASSWORLD/RAINWORLD) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

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Dawn

 

Taking my eyes up to the dawn

I realize the sun is my pawn

No one can see the spark

But I need to realize the pond is just made of muck

Mister, may I have this dance?

No?

Well, a screw is loose in you

When I see I can’t see the sun

Is when the night claims people as a pawn

I need to see

It’s not what I seem to see

If I know the truth

The blue will turn into a new colour then it’s going to pollute

What earth is to be

Senile even though free

The others could never see

What offers were around to be

Something a breeze was whispered

Passing by trees