Clouds heavy,
The hour to which i dreadfully admire has but come,
Water broken,
Breathe carrying misty jewels,
Restlessly roaming the firmament bed,
Soft pelvic muscles intransigent,
Face pale, stretched pupil with soared sunken eyes,
Widely spread legs,
When I eyes meet the hole to whom many are betrayed,
Blood like cascades falling,
Mumbling words with a voice hoarse,
Screams she,
And with one big push,
She expels babies,
Dropping upon me with ceaseless cries,
I am sadly happy,
For once again,
The rain washes away i last memory,
Leaving i with cold wetness,
That causes i to yearn for warmth.
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