The sky bleeds gray against the window panes
The tip-tap beat of a slowly lessening heart
The pounding pebbles start
To fall like stars from the sky
The rains never cease
As Grandma knits, she soaks up the days
Blankets grow
Floods flow
I grow
Knife pulls from a crying sky
Times pass
Wounds scar
And the sun shines through.
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