Nosirrah - Her Natural Disaster

The rain is falling in my inner world;
the homes are islands in a barren sea.
Where once long ago, the fruitful winds swirled,
the rain is. Falling, in my inner world,
Everything’s shaking, the truth unfurled.
No matter where I look, all around me
the rain is falling. In my inner world
the homes are islands, in a barren sea.

The End

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