The mystery of the skies

by Cleo   Mar 12, 2006


The soft mystery that pours from the sky
Swirling downwards
A race to doom
If cooler a downy blanket would settle over the land
Hiding the unsightly blemishes of humanity
But alas the mystery trickles away
Beneath heavily clad feet
And remains unsolved

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