SALVATION COMES not WHEN the priests
Are praying hard to dazzling skies
- DAMNATION DIES and sense, so misty
All of a sudden clarifies.
You see the clouds, grass and rain
All through the bursts of misty weather,
You think you hesitate in vain
Trying to find your bird of feather.
Life watercolours are so bright -
There are so many shades to chose.
Each blessful day and sleepless night
Be glad of what you gain and lose.