Scattered Whim Of Falling Rain

Serpents coil in there salvation
Was there echoes in conversation
And still I feel the splinters on my pane
Like silent shattered scattered rain

No hymns of segregation
I left my box before the station
No prism shall I promise
To this heart I must be honest

No fuel beside the flurried skies
Could compare before my eyes
Such beauties quite compare
Where gentiles look and gold hair

Compare to this, my gentle kiss
Like heavens whisper in the mist
Fools beneath the sun you wonder
Where there are echoes, in the evening thunder

Brazen beauty besiege thy heart
Beside the river whispers part
Echoes whisper hear them hiss
One last whisper unto this mist

Scattered whim of falling rain
Echoes whisper on my pane
And there is sadness in the rain
Are there whispers you impart?
No more be sheltered, scattered heart

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