The peace blue, those tears shed,
passing of days of white, and so goes days of dark,
happenings aplenty, some atop, plenty down the hill,
sometimes it soars, but many, it dripped...
Ahead ahead few thousand miles ahead,
but obscure, too obscure, everywhere, everything...
Little inroads, many divisions,
but here, a little of a prose to begin,
it's been a long while, after all...
