Friday, April 27, 2018

Day 13 NaPoWriMo: Earth

Playing catch up again and still more poems to go! I chose to up end the statement "it's raining cats and dogs"


It's raining people.
They fall like
angels without wings,
neither animal or apostle,
neither holy or evil;
they fall forever
in the spaces between
paradise and the abyss,
a place of air and fire,
made from the clay
of their rough skin
scorched from the sun
upon this beautiful Earth.

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