Bleeding Sky

The following poem was submitted by Albion Noise.

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Hear, an open bleeding sky

Saluted by broken fingers

For everyone to see,

A soaring wailing to cry

Telling as it lingers

“Begin again to free...”

Drops slowly make their way

Collects power in unity and numbers

Never stops or goes astray

And sooner or later

Gets joined by thunder,

Roaring through piercing rain

“Your wishes and strives

We’re all not in vain!”

So let it fall, pour down and touch us all

Soak right through this blinded season,

Gather our strength and again start

Where open hearts did not depart

And injustice found its reason