The Mind Is Like The Sky

Clouded

Polluted

Strewn with Soot and Sand

Contrails Scattered in their Run

Ne’er the Eye can See the Sun

Tho’ when Damning Winds

Blow Clear Remorse

Then Fade Away to Silence

Serenity

Clarity

Tears of Sun to Whet the Eye

Vision Eternal Lights the Sky

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