Sane.

Small things

In a giant’s hand

Soft voices

Heard over the band

Clear vision 

Through the veil

Memories of petals

Through the sky they sail

Dry grass dancing

With the song of wind

Solid rock towers

Where men sinned 

Rainbows painted

In the burning rain

Beauty in the tears

That proved me sane.

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