Last night it rained,
tears falling from the clouds
leaving a cool sweat upon
the quiet black street.
Sometime in the night,
the heavy drops were soothed
by the honest flakes, that
kissed the olive trees.
I awoke to a world,
White and pure, wounds now
cleansed, silver blankets
hugging the land.
It wasn't persistant,
Soft clumps, slip and slide
from rooftops and trees,
purity melts in your hands.
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