Rainy Day. Poem by Roro Sarkar

Rainy Day.



My stone windows,
Ribbed between
Me and the storm outside,
will blow away.

There is something mad
About a rainy day;
Tonight,
When it’s dark,
And quiet and the moon
slips from view,
We will go mad,
MAD,
And from the skies
A silver light
Crack on our skulls.
then I shall grab
Hold of your arms,
Cold sweat against the pane
on a flying jeep,
Or angel-horse, We’ll ride
Into the heart
where the sun
is dying,
Into the sun
to which we're
flying.

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