Orlando 2016 - It rained lead



Orlando 2016 - It rained lead



It rained lead
on night’s silence.
Frogs jump
from my mind.
The crescent moon is dead,
it drowned in blood
the guiding star
once sheltering Rumi
while he dreamed
his lover.

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