Poem: Following Clouds
Prague has spectacular storms, as seen from my 5th floor window in the section called Zizkov.
Clouds scud by my rooftops, quickly
Front coming in, unaware I’m standing here,
Something wrong with building fortresses
Eyes too full of tears to see the slide
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