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Last rainy night in Mons
From their wooden crates,
they gazed upon the Moon,
waterfalls of rain rolled down the cobbled streets,
sunflowers,
and golden-mouthed balloon,
satellites of raindrops,
specks of far-away light
exploding on the ground,
alone – eternally silent,
but together an applause for swan’s horn. Ghosts of sunken skies
haunting footsteps of men's wet feet
while silver cobwebs catch the air
that he breathes
and millions of fireflies make
every light not be as it seems,
but