There upon the broken stairs of the ruined cathedral,
I met the shadow of a boy with a handful of smiles.

With his eyes wide open , he stared at me,
Amused by the bewildered look on my face.

The park, though emptied by the pouring rain
rhymed with his cold voice.

‘It's going to stop, innit?’ it echoed as if from an empty cave.
I struggled to get my voice back.

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