The sky is clouded
And dark.
A lightning strikes,
Again and again,
But never twice
On the same place.
I’m sitting on my bed,
My mind wandering around,
Directionless.
Until…
I’m suddenly struck
By a reasonable doubt.
Where is it raining?
Outside…
Or inside?
Cátia Ribeiro
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