Five o clock tea

The city is hot and empty

Deserted by most people

But the bad weather

A punishment by God

For crucifying

The greatest poet

Of all times

Is underway

We sweat and

Wait for the rain

Soon our friend

Will reappear

As the savior

But at the moment

The sun falls on us

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