Trees, all shed from their summers
Stand nude
Biting the flesh of the sky
With their pricking nakedness
As like the bodies of millions of rootless people
Which prays through the crumbled bones
Tears the heart of the sky out.
Sky move out through sky
Damaging the dreams of millions of children
Proving the futility of the wings of thousands of birds
Taking with it the sun and moon and stars
Leaving behind a misty blanket of clouds.
While the sky darts without a word of farewell
People down rejoice at the sight of clouds
That brightens their only hope of survival
Only till the storm of realization.
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