Discordant dins that drown peace,
Dyes that soot the blues to darkness,
Yet dusk enwraps us in its care,
Starlit candles tending, nursing,
Ushering a brand new day.
The earth pulled off your feet,
By messiahs who preach love,
Clouds pierced to tears,
Yet secrete precious nectar,
Quenching the barren lands to serve.
Darks sides that hue the coasts,
Greying rivers to servitude,
The waves in turn, in each retreat,
Washing thy feet, leaving no prints,
Bestowing yet another chance.
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