Odds. Poem by Dovydas Bajoraitis
Odds.
It's raining outside - i love rain.
Lightning is about to creep the sky.
I'm patient; holding a cup of tea,
I look out the window.
The sky is broken,
But not as broken as me.
What are the odds?
To be alive,
While the gods cry.
Friday, February 21, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: sky
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