This Town Poem by Rupert Park

This Town

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The sky is crying.
Tears pelt the empty city;
The trees shake it off.

The clouds are mourning.
Sobbing for this dirty town;
Lonely souls retreat.

The heavens shed tears.
Cleansing the deepest of depths;
No trace of descent.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: city,lonely,tears
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