Clouds remove the sparkling sun
Tear; a loaded cobalt gun
Bleeding with the sight of rain
Tears that make one feel insane.
Silently, uplifted hands
Dare to touch the stormy air
Dare to feel the crushing storm
Dripped in autumn's hazy warmth.
Think not that rain heralds hate
Or the sun has come too late
These dark clouds are neither tears
But life---replenishing the years.
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