/lit/ - Literature

First
down, the rain,
off-beat the cobbles near a still;
rushing or man-made pools.

Swells typhoon quietly;
dark swallows engulf the sky.

Drown us in these umbrella towns.

"These people fish outside mountains,"
on our disfiguring end with
rock-side fester marks in mist.

Inside, eroding faces above,
the sky fell down on us before haven,
and, Outside, rejoiced.

>>1985291
>>1985291

Sorry, but you know...

using poetry as an excuse is so easy.

;-;