Paper pink flowers yearn incense
It pours now
And they have waited long
Crickets chirp till dawn
Not a flicker
And silence so wet
Seeping in the green
It pours now
And had never been so long
From within a room so dense
The faces outside, begin to blur
Merging in the mist one moment
And walking out of it
In another
It pours now
They had all been walking long
