Turquoise Sky


The Rise And The Low

The rise and the low
I am the rays of the sun in the mellow spring
come evening, and darkness it may bring
My hue only the seasons, as they go, will show.

The rise and the low
As the cool breeze over the stream gently swing
Beneath the calm current, the demons in me silently sing
The water in the stream seemingly flow.

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