I Dream of a City (DMD)

As night winds give break to day, the rains fall softly on the city below… slowly, innocently, like tears of a child who has no understanding of what is happening. The skies are afraid. They know what is coming. They know I am here. And so they mourn, weeping over the last hours of their illusions of safety. 

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