To the sound of brutal raindrops,
Insistent in the cloud-covered evening,
Tired engines spluttered home,
And slept,
While the raindrops’ cries,
Went on undeterred,
By fatigue or unrest,
Pounding against the frantic wings,
Of a single bird dismissed,
By most as unclean,
Uncivilised,
Untouchable,
But still it flew,
Despite the raindrops,
Angry even now,
But never strong enough,
To drive a determined reject to the Earth.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
To the sound of brutal raindrops,
Insistent in the cloud-covered evening,
Tired engines spluttered home,
And slept,
While the raindrops’ cries,
Went on undeterred,
By fatigue or unrest,
Pounding against the frantic wings,
Of a single bird dismissed,
By most as unclean,
Uncivilised,
Untouchable,
But still it flew,
Despite the raindrops,
Angry even now,
But never strong enough,
To drive a determined reject to the Earth.
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