Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Star Gate Heaven ❯ Flowing Glass ( Chapter 8 )
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Flowing Glass
Beaded drops calling me,
Falling from an endless sea.
Coming form the sky above,
No heavan, earth, hatred, love.
They hit the leaves, and melt away,
To come again some other day.
Everything's beaded with flowing glass
It's on the windows, and in the grass.
In the street, all together,
Go away, but not forever.
In the lakes, in the streams,
Gently falling in our dreams.
The sound of rain, late at night,
Then sparkles in the morning light.
Beaded drops calling me,
Falling from an endless sea.
Coming form the sky above,
No heavan, earth, hatred, love.
They hit the leaves, and melt away,
To come again some other day.
Everything's beaded with flowing glass
It's on the windows, and in the grass.
In the street, all together,
Go away, but not forever.
In the lakes, in the streams,
Gently falling in our dreams.
The sound of rain, late at night,
Then sparkles in the morning light.