as the dams of heaven broke
tiny pin pricks in a drought
of un-beguiling hope
which caused the break was but a thought
a happy thought, a joy
yet from the joy a sadness bloomed
a blot upon the land
lifes fires fought against the gloom
but the fires fought in vain
for the hand of fate had intervened
and the call was not to be
the call was lost against the wind
lost to eternity
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