What is the way out
When in the tenebrous heart
One is caught hold tight
Let not the eyes wet
Rush out to drench in the rains
Just like that wet crow
Pouring rains weaving
Clad in happiness up soars
Splashing sprinkles once
Then down flutters wet
Caw, caw cries left and right glad
Then up the tree flees
Its nest its chicks feeds
Watering sky, laughing earth
In mirth happy crow
Circling once again
With one-eyed look caws
Drippy before you
Set free from your cave
A bird fleeing unfettered
Look, peace is not white
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