Poem Number 23093

waiting

i can still feel her tears echoing
down the light rain of the past.
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the earth may smell and feel fresh
and we are free to walk on it once again,
but are bound by our steps.
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neither moving nor stopping,
not waiting but knowing,
under this light rain
and its soft destruction.
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the beauty of our ruins have only left to
reveal the disgrace
of what it took to build them
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for we no no other way to face beauty.
`
raul