Sadness drips like soggy mist.
Like trumpets playing Taps.
Rolling notes of night and goodbye.
And rain blurs our world.
Anger is like a flaring fire.
Like splattered pomegranates on the tiles.
Battering swords of desperation.
And fire burns our world.
Happiness cuddles and comforts.
Like inspirational hymns and spirituals.
Bright like a summer sun.
And light brightens our world.
Like trumpets playing Taps.
Rolling notes of night and goodbye.
And rain blurs our world.
Anger is like a flaring fire.
Like splattered pomegranates on the tiles.
Battering swords of desperation.
And fire burns our world.
Happiness cuddles and comforts.
Like inspirational hymns and spirituals.
Bright like a summer sun.
And light brightens our world.
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