Amidst the plethora of my dreams
I hear the roar of rain
Rain that drenches my memories
That beholds the pang of love
I turn around and look back
To see the fallen leaves
Destroyed by the rainy wind
That swept past my lanes
As I stroll through, I cry
With a passion undefined
A feeling unidentified
Bleeds through my nerves
I lay unattended like a corpse
That is doomed, as it could be
All I can think of is past
The murky course of it.
Every lonley step I take
Is a benison in disguise
For I have started to love
The way it hurts to LOVE
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