Liquid bullets pelt,
Like fireflies,
Across the night,
Across the sky.
For moments, they illuminate,
Just whisk
Into the darkness,
Just, swish.
They patter, patter,
As cars wash by
In this eerie opulence
Of machine-made mankind
The yellow lights are crusted,
An age-old suspense
And so the rain carries on,
And so shall, forth hence.
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
06:02 Oct 17 2024
Amazing