Dark Blue Clouds

Dark Blue Clouds

Every face with a trace,
Hints of grace and disgrace.
For every hint of sun in their brows,
A melancholy sigh with a hi…

Every seasons close with reasons,
Hints of shrubberies and flowing bees.
For every dark-filled cloud,
A contemptuous outsider to be a finder.

Every track that is black,
Hints of blood within a sudsed flood.
For every thunderous promise,
A definite liberation from their nation.