Red evenings of smoke and death,
Red clouds of smoke
Over a Spanish town marked red.
Through the red smoke I'm trying to see
But the air is too heavy
I can hardly breathe.Sometimes I find shelter
In a dark place called home,
Sometimes I close my eyes
And wish for the rain to come.A light and fresh rain
Can really save the day,
A light and fresh rain
Will save our summer days.
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CZYTASZ
Clouds of Death
PoezjaShort poem about clouds of smoke due to the fires in California en Utah during the summer.