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Broken Paradise

A Poem

Why are the clouds in tears today?
Strings like hay, pouring with hail’s strength.
I wish I could bend like them. Smile like them.
Carry myself in the glory to fend the twisting wind too.

Why is the earth so heavy?
What did we bury?
What’s so sticky from our past that can’t be washed no more?
Are we really the same as…