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May 2016
The rays fall from the sky
onto the sea of people below.
  They do what they are meant to do .
And they do nothing more.

Another world another life.
A million promises with
nothing to look forward to.

You live as you die the goal
is to avoid the rains and
stay looking beautiful
as you do it.

Have you realized
its the waters.
All that is beyond is
as so below.

A whale's song could be
heard for miles.
An ocean wave can
stretch across our world.

Water forms in everything
it fills the glass,
cools the drink, it grows the
Hemp and the Pumpkin Squash.
It cleanses the soul while
hiding the  Gods.

Ever wonder why the sky is blue.
Why the rains are so sacred
and why the sky is blue.

It could take your breath
and give you life.

The rains that fall
are the heavy laden tears
of the dead and drowning .
A B Perales
Written by
A B Perales  San Pedro Ca.
(San Pedro Ca.)   
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