Titled, Cleanse.

I saw it weeping,

Showering in anger,

Souls were sweeping,

And the tears kept creeping,

So i turned to it and asked,

Why so much of anger?

It returned to me with an answer

The sky needs to cleanse 

Just like human beings.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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