Cloudy night,
Grey as the beard of a tired old man,
Angry as the bulls’ eye rolls,
A constant ever swirling sea of sadness,
Yet still.
Frosty electric in the air,
Tension,
Sharp as the blade,
Then breaks,
Falling diamonds from the sky,
Cold and hard as rocks,
Bullets on the harsh tin roof,
Deafening,
Then it stops.
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