While sweeping out the dirty floor
I find the setting sky,
Hidden away under clouds
And nothing could explain
Why the indigo did clash
With the pouring rain.
Tears that belong to Her,
The magnificent holy one,
As she cried her pain
Down to the earth
About the one that
She does love.
She looked down at me,
Her tears falling short,
As I reached out to reach
My Goddesses’ cheek;
I blew her a kiss and wished her well,
Hoping that my own love will find
His own way back to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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