Legends

What a lovely rain to drown under
What a pale sky to be afraid about.

The sky was father we feared most
He would spank  ears with his rain

Legend had it of mom now in a sky
My river that rose in a flowing dam

To turn a legend as bodies flowed.
The legend turned ashes in a river.

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