The black sky
Painted with white wings
Of an angel no longer
Belonging to heaven
The gray rain
Colores the city
Beyond the forest
Trees like towers
Spread their roots
Up to the ground
People
Barely touch
The side-walk
For fear they might kill
A soul kept in rain-drops
An army of umbrellas
Speak with fear
About a heart
That stopped
Beating

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