A string of starlings
Stretch across a soft Spring sky.
Wonder where they fly?
Clouds hang belly down
Above the slumbering town.
The rain waits for dawn.
It has started
To rain.
I have decided
To let it.
Hey!
Get out
Of my
Sky!
I am.
At least I
Think I am.
Or am I?
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