Rain rolls steadily across the window,
Gusts of wind howl and whine as they pass,
Life's ups and downs
Burn brightly for a time,
Then fade away like youths first love
The branches of trees sway in the distance,
While heavy clouds rumble over the hills.
A melancholic sadness fogs my mind,
As ghosts from the past,
Pay one last visit.
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