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The rain gushed
Hungry for chaos
But with an umbrella
You covered my thoughts
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The water spilled
In solemn shades of watercolour
The windows smeared
With rain drops
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Still each was free
Each, one of so many
They were identical,
All falling from across
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The cyprus trees
They were drunk in the rain
Quenching their thirst
Bathing in the drenched moss
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They could not
Feel like a mortal
Curse the cursed
Without the weight of thought
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No mourning or nostalgia
For time taking, what we wanted
No circles beneath our eyelids
Scars from our loss
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What you wanted to escape
Submerged in the rain
Free of all thoughts
That surely life would scoff
Was it the weight of all these thoughts?
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I love the rain.
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