Raindrops run like
Tears across the window
Gray clouds.
Rising.
Blue Sky, White Tops. Water below. Bright sun in the eastern sky.
Northward. Glimmering.
Hardscape. Blemishes on the ground.
Shadows of towering clouds.
I am just starting to live, yet I am dying. Or both?
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