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[Moros]

Shadows are inspiring, right?

The world is a nice place they say.
How could it be, how?
If even a sun ray,
drops such a deep shadow.

EDit: Haven't written poems for a verry long time but apparently I'm in the mood today:

Do you hear it,
when you walk trough the streets?
Do you sense it,
when you see the tall buildings?
Do you scent it,
when the rain poors down?
Do you understand,
why the rain falls on you?
And everybody has umbrellas
or shelters in tall company buildings.
Why they do not hear the rain's song?
Why they don't smell it
nor feel the raindrop's slowly traveling,
down your face, gently caressing your nose,
then jump and land softly on your coat.

Do you understand,
that those grey men in their suits,
with their heavy suitcases,
with their unknown families,
with their vacant eyes,
vacant dreams,
vacant lives,
vacant souls,
vacant spirits,
those vacant men,
men,
are but drops of water,
falling from out the skies,
wich do not land on your head or arms,
do not caress, do not wander down your body,
but fall apart on the hard umbrellas of
grey men with vacant suits?

EDit2: spelling.