Diamonds from Blue Skies

October 1, 2017

I walk outside to diamonds falling from blue skies.

Am I allowed to see such a fantastic sight again?

Bleeding from the heavens, tiny teardrops fall.

Inside my open palm, they land.

And though the rain falls, the sun is bright,

so I shade my eyes with my wet hand.

Am I the only one to witness this ironic fight?

Afraid you are missing the diamonds in the skies,

I take you by the hand.

Will you please come and see the unusual sight,

and, with me,

Drown all our worries in diamonds from blue skies?

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