it is raining lightly
clouds release their sorrows
in spraying silver
the sky turns her face away
as the world is washed in tears
she cannot bear the shivering
regular leaves are transformed
into glistening jewel encrusted gems
birds take shelter beneath
the treasure bearing trees
the grass trembles beneath dripping glass
the world weeps
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
