Munich Smoke.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The rainclouds they go, do they not?
And they always seem to come back too.
If you're wondering where the title comes from, think 50 years ago in the football scene.

Submitted: February 08, 2008

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The rain shatters the ground,
And so, for a moment, all
vision steers towards it,
and all thoughts lift up
majestic, and sigh for it.

Surely, they say, the day
is done?
Surely, they cry, the world
has struck?
And left, the blurred clouds
rolling by...
And left, the out-of-focus smoke
whispering...

...He and I. We sit down
after the rain has passed.
The gravel is soaked and
dyed, The talk is silent
but thundering...
He and I, we sit down
together, as the left over
rain evaporates and turns
itself into clouds once more.


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