I gaze at the marvel
out the windowpane,
Avaricious gasping gravel relishing each drip,
I yearn as I swirl creating a dark vortex,
Deep in thoughts eyeing the realm change.
The best part of such days,
My eyes clasp the awe there in,
And then they recall the nights,
When they held such torrents within.
Each drop that cascades,
Brings a blast of remembrances,
Pleasant or ghastly, behold how they infringe,
As I contemplate the deafening swathe.
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