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the clouds are weeping again

the drops take on
colors
of where they land

small green lenses on leaves
brown rivulets through mud

earth wears
heaven's sorrow
and drinks in
what it can

Bleeding sounded more interesting, but weeping is more consistent with the end of the poem. I think.

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