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speak a language all their own,
and only to each other.
They
come out like flowers
on these rainy days of
winter.
Their wet petals hang down
as they float down the streets.
When the sun comes back
They’ll fold themselves up
and wait for rain.
UMBRELLA PEOPLE
The umbrella people
speak a language all their own,
and only to each other.
They
come out like flowers
on these rainy days of
winter.
Their wet petals hang down
as they float down the streets.
When the sun comes back
They’ll fold themselves up
and wait for rain.