Rain moth wings

That was when we thought arms
Went up in the eyes of other men .
It was when we carried briefcase.
Sometimes we carried umbrella.

Now we are sitting here in room
In the middle of rain moth wings.
Our body’s sitting says a nothing,
A far cry from our arms swinging.

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