Dusty grains mixed in rain
are blowing while life is rowing.
rowing it is at it's pace in haste.
there is no slowing.
It is nothing but a star gaze.
life's rains are making the dusty living strains
the foolish games of schooled brain, and
acculturated strain plastered with chemicals, and
social pollution rains.
set free from life's drains, and rowe
at your pace, and not to slow.
life is to glow in the planetary space.
so I thought
until I met the day in the rain that turn into a star gaze.
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