Monday, June 21, 2010

The Dark Cloud

The city burns

In huge flames

Its smoke rises

And touches the sky

People, houses, shops

Everything burns

Turns into a dark cloud

The dark cloud which grips the blue sky

And melts into a rain

Washing down

The rivers of blood

Clotted on the weathered tar

Of the lane

beside my house

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