Better be; your thoughts fortified with books
For life is not all looks
See, Heaven weeps; the world is all crooks
Mystical rain, surly faces, boosts
Light up your smiles
So much is in the hidden files
You can dance as much, but watch out for the slippery tiles
Nevertheless, Heaven rains love, calling back all the exiles
Home through the storm
Well, it's all in the form
Just a littl'love drop, nothing'll ever deform
For life's in love, everything else is all foam.
18 November 2021
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