The sky is grey,
To my dismay,
I’ve found where the children play.
Buried underneath the sand,
Closed in by a gate,
Innocence won’t take a stand polluted by this hate.
Songs that have no singers,
Swings that have no swingers,
Empty playgrounds in the night but how the smell does linger.
I’d take it all back if I could,
A lesson learned in blood,
I’d take the pain and rearrange the damage that was done.
Here regrets are measured by the setting sun,
And what I thought was treasured,
Was traded for some fun.
The sky is grey,
To my dismay,
I’ve found where the children play.
Just A Girl In A Whirl 
A wonderfully truthful blog. I’m from the spiritual musings group. I thought your name was Candice 😊
Abundant blessings
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My name is Candice. Syrinaria is a play on my music career under the name Lolly Syrin.
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Great to connect Candice. My name is Parneet as given in my blog😊😊
I read about your heart condition. You are one brave person🙏🏻🙏🏻
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Thank you Parneet. I look forward to getting to know you better.
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