Bruno

From underneath that
Creased leather forehead
An art oscillated,

Undulating umbras,
Errant ballads
Reverberating to the heavens,

Wet eyes glimmering
In omnipotent
Light,

An angel
Overlooking
His heartbroken city,

Imparting invisible hope
And needing
Nothing in return.

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