Falling drops of rain, imitating the pain of my tears,
as they fall into deep cisterns of my beginnings.
Severing the feelings of pain and placing them in the
palms of my hands, as I await the answers to my
curiosity in silent depths, bereft now of fears.
Complacently, listening to the edges of life
repeating my beginnings in videos of yesterday's refrains.
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