The smell of morning rain
The smell
of morning rain,
hidden behind
the curtain grey,
birdsongs quiver
across a drowning
city park
melting
in the fading
starlight
awaiting the light
of day
for the dawn shivers
and awakens,
the trees bend,
drip and fall,
their shadows stretched
in puddles,
against
the broken
graveyard wall
Until the bells strike
and chime,
the church spire
pointing at the dawn
sublime,
as the skies lift
the sun
the earth,
and the clearing
doubts of rain,
she awakens
the light of day
bringing dawn
to life again.
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