It rained
It was sunny but it rained.
It seemed fresh, like a city brand new,
and the ruins glimmered
in the shimmering sun.
As I looked
I suddenly remembered,
that nothing lasts forever
Not clouds
Not kingdoms
Not rainstorms.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
