It’s there but I can’t see

The smell of the rain
The reign of the king
A pain so far away
Nothing can retrace
An altar of darkness
The shrine of one before
It’s cool and calm, composed
The sound of bells that toll
In greed there’s nothing mystic
Misty eyes and butterflies
A vase that didn’t break
Endless rivers of white souls
Green and bright over blight
Country hills that cry
A life without remorse
In nature I find my home
I row a boat over sorrow
Blue skies with clouds aligned
A small creak amongst the woods
Hides an angel in black hides
Leaving the empty spaces
Filled with laughter and cries
Tomorrow is another day
Bright sunshine on a rainy day


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