Looking through the rain drops on window panes of my soul,
watching them slowly traipse down the glass and into my
heart.
Feeling them drown interior feelings, seeing them bobbing
there upon the watering depths of inner sorrow.
Hoping for the incessant silence of my being to bring about
the joy of another awakening, coming about within me.
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