drops of red
falling, falling
splattering the cold grey sidewalk and
running into the deep cracks and grooves
embedded in the slabs of unyeilding hard stone.
a lone figure stands in the midst of a
criss-crossing of interwoven lines of liquid red
against a dull, endless grey.
laughing, crying,
its arms and mouth are thrown open,
wide, to receive the
falling rain.
let blood fall like the rain.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery with a perfect theme..Great work