Poem: Hiroshima (by Silentread)

Peaceful storm –

calm,

yet black.

Rain drifts down

like snowflakes.

The cloud does not hang,

but floats,

like the mysterious,

graceful

jellyfish.

Flowers of flame bloom

vividly

like coral

on the rooftops,

in the streets;

everything else

withering.

The storm

pounds

down

upon me,

putting me

into an 

eternal sleep.