The heavens sob as I
peer outside from my window.
The sound of teardrops falling
sounds like a beat from a beaten up drum.
For whom does the heavens cry? I wonder,
as I gaze upon the rivers
of our neighbors' rooftop.
I wish I could be there
to comfort the sky, and bring back
the smiling morning star.
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