Oh My Goff

Been pondering many things lately and felt like producing another quick poem.

Drops scatter in the sunlight
no rainbow for its trouble.
My gaze settles on
all it can.
Prayers escape cognizance or
my throat?
Persistent turmoil merely a whisper now
slow yet overwhelming, surreal.
The waft of battle invades the sanctuary,
mercifully reserving judgment passing
through unnoticed
until next time

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