Raindrops

 Down falls rain to calm

 Frown calls sane who palms

 Watch your lane the straight

 Touch the mane you wait

 Give a cane for those

 Live by pain you rose

 Leave this bane of life

 Please all gain true pipe

 Try not feign your journey

 Pry many wane poor 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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