Under the shadow of tree
Hoping the blood gets free
May the rain show mercy
Although the space looks cloudy
Standing in silence,
Scar of cold makes sense…
Bringing shadow of death,
All along till last breath
Gloomy… Yet bloody
Gives the street a rain’s treat
Showing her…
How to cry,
How to drop,
The tears of butterfly
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