Clouds drifting; circling low
darkness deprive by sun's glow
i hear buzzing from tree tops
leaves fall collected on tracks
raindrops sparingly dots my door
some are escaping touching floor
i watch everything with contempt
water dripping; dripping unkempt
then it comes together to a flow
taking everything it pass through
could it be nice to wipe off dream
holding you; kissing you my friend
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