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Sprinkles of Time

It's raining

The sky bleeds

But who am I to say

that the dying flowers and coral reefs

will smile at its coming?

 

I watch the water wash away

weariness

despair

the unknown

You are the one standing in the rain

Staring at the clouds

and

screaming her name

 

And while the

ever torrential rains

tear down the

tarpaulin facades

While the

bursting plastic storms

creep into

our hearts

It rains

and the world

shatters

like

glass embers

of mirrors

crashing into dust

 

And purple diamond fragments

sprinkling down the wells of time

 

It's raining

and minds together

you and I

hear the dashed colours

the beating of sentient cores

crawling down the empty cities

mixing up the storm.

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Written by
helios-rietberg
Published
Feb 4, 2013
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© Helios Rietberg, December 2008 - February 2013

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