Voices

I still remember that touch
Out from beneath those skies
That keen while clutching grey
To breasts cast out of slate

Those drops of rain descending
Absolving us of faith
Of crimes of buried fervor
And conviction drowned in slumber

I still can hear the rain
That falls from skies of grey
Its voice I once forgot
Now rages loud once more

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