The downpour of rain,
showing the glistening of a spring.
Wrapped around this circumferential ring.
Slowly dripping onto this string.
An empty silhuette paces around this spring
Waiting for a bird to spread its wings,
blowing the winds around this spring.
I slowly grasp the string.
Take it and wrap it around my finger,
Fastening it into a new ring.
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