It's raining outside,
With raindrops of fog.
Blue is the world
That has spawned us all.
Blue are our lives,
The many sorrows inhabited hives.
And lead is now pouring
From the sky above,
Engulfing the nature,
The heavy relief,
Shards of grey
Are piercing my heart,
The birth of each art.
And the trees outside
Are sharp swords of iron,
The sky is just falling,
Pressing down on us,
We merge with the world
With a cry of terror,
As the branches impale
My body and all,
Wounded and stained,
I see the world scourged,
What once was, will never be re-forged.
Author: Alexandru Șutiu - All rights reserved
