The sky,
releasing its drowning cry,
transforms the world into a
maddening sigh.
The rain,
plummeting with disdain,
fights the fall but descends
in vain.
The trees,
swaying from the torrid breeze,
shiver and pray for the slightest
of ease.
My mind,
thinking of thoughts unkind,
wishes for better words to
be rhymed.
(b.m.)
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