Here it comes.
I see it beyond where you may think I point.
It has not yet arose,
There will be a swell.
The sky may be grey,
it blends with the sky.
There still is a difference,
Watch it rise.
Don't bend under it,
You will be washed away.
The water will instead clean,
I have felt it, so feel no fear.
Let it be purifying,
To your soul.
There will be more.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
Here it comes.
I see it beyond where you may think I point.
It has not yet arose,
There will be a swell.
The sky may be grey,
it blends with the sky.
There still is a difference,
Watch it rise.
Don't bend under it,
You will be washed away.
The water will instead clean,
I have felt it, so feel no fear.
Let it be purifying,
To your soul.
There will be more.
Blue skies will be better