The childs sad gaze remained unbroken.
Hypnotised by rains translucent tears
that fell against the cold, old windowpane,
and formed rivulets that spoke of rivers,
rivers raging that mirrored a pain he'd known.
How he wished to be rid of this sadness,
To be loved on this dull, dank day
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