Back on the rain roads,
Stung by defeat –
Oh, how it hurts,
Life’s not fair.
Stuck on the off-ramp,
Little left in the tank,
Stuck in the grey masses
Without direction.
But the gods-sky curtains
Above the horizon-city
Are a tumbling carnival,
Cloud ‘n’ sun theatre.
Here’s to the next one …
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This was really very good.
Thank you D