Rain (Hour 1)

childhood is but a distant past

when we flaunted our naked innocence

before a dying world,

shrieking at the silvery darts

dotting our bodies with pimples of rain.

 

now the rain is gone

the rainbow of life gradually fades

like our innocence

and on our dried-out lips the question hangs:

where did our innocence go?

 

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