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