Drenched were I,

when it rained ,

showering tear drops,

lost in the actuality of unagitated self,

melodies of gentle wind,

eyes washed,

cleared of all the dust ,

that gathers on soul and body,

breathing vivacity and vigor into stark ,

cold and cheerless sea of existence,

peeling away the layers,

soaking the barren land,

one drop at a time,

of benevolence ,

of tolerance,

of modesty,

and a hope to dream again,

to begin it all over ,

one drop at a time.



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