STARRY RAIN

Starry tears twinkle in the night while shapeless shadows lose themselves in the distance.

The clouds float softly in the silent sky and play around the moonlight that weaves blue dreams to embroider our visions.

Two golden hands reach out as if from nowhere and comfort immortality’s tired wings.

The tearful rain intensifies and floods hearts, souls and eyes that, though asleep by now, can feel its freezingly cold presence.

The stalactites in the cave we call our world vibrate through the echo of the revolted tempest.

An earthquake of thunders and lightnings makes the old colonnades collapse and, as the storm subsides, all there’s left is a spring that runs through huge rocks and washes out all the stains of the past…

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