The weeping sky
Wipes
Everything clean
Little blossoms
Could have freshly gleamed
But
The sun is nowhere to be seen
The weeping sky
Follows
Everywhere I go
Big puddles
Could be brightly glowing
But
The sun’s absence is in its dullness showing
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-05-10.
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