Glittering droplets,
Cascading down,
Beads of glass,
Blue and cool,
Shatter silent,
on cold pavement,
Countless beads falling,
From the sky's velvet neck,
Broken strands of lightning,
Thundering their lost gift,
Perhaps the cloud's tears,
As it cries out its pain,
Its breath whispering,
Chilling the world,
As the trees stand by,
Rustling in anticipation. |
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