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Tears On The Window

I place my palm flat upon the cold pane
With each driving wind I can feel the rain
I watch slightly hypnotized as each drop
Trickles hapazardly downward nonstop
Only slowing to merge with another
Then flowing onward as it’s twin brother
A few slip behind my hand as they pass
I can almost feel them ripple the glass
Then very slowly the storm fades away
I start to feel warmth from the suns rays
I watch as tears and the rivulets dry
Then it’s as if the sky and I hadn’t cried

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