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There is Hazy in the Air

There is hazy in the air,
From the days that were near;
From all the thinking that's been done,
In the inside and outside sun.
The rain is coming nearby,
From the lonely clouds in the sky;
Freeze is always pending too,
Within the ice cold white and blue.

Give me flowing wind of days,
That are near in the coming ways;
With all love and true purity,
That comes from just being free.
And flowing in truthful innocence,
That give the confidence a chance;
For really the breeze is meaningless,
If it isn't constantly always fresh.

With clouds full of rain and air,
That lungs on the earth may share;
And all what is thinking in the reins,
Going through hills like human veins.
Trifles at times without it at all,
All what is living both large and small;
Coupled with confusion and despair,
That goes through today everywhere.

posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 9:06 AM