Under the Umbrella(Poem)

Four legs
with sneaks
tried to barter
with the space
under the umbrella.

The rain
was axing
the clothes
with strength.

The heat of
the concrete
was howling.

Other hands
with brollies
bloodied with acid rain
were moving away
like mad wolves.

the electronic species
didn’t come out.

but the syllables
and the brave flowers
crawl out
for fresh breaths and havocs.

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