Sunday 14 September 2014

That night...

They had left her soiled...


She said
Cry a river for me...



The skies were torn apart,that night...

People had shut their doors and windows...



The solitary light post stood,drenched,where
The lonely streets met the highway...





The rain drops danced along
The lengths of the concrete,filling in


The potholes around.....

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