I sometimes,
Wonder what,
Will happen?
Inevitably death,
Obscurity,
Vanity,
Selfishness,
Selflessness,
Wouldn`t that be the road,
Of travel?
Living,
Rain splatters,
On my,
Lost window of hope.
Lovin`,
Lovin` always,
The sun in the,
Autumn sky.
The rain on a train window.
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