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Rhythm

As I stand, gazing at the rain,
The droplets trickling down the window pane,
My eyes mist over brief recollections,
Of stolen moments under the grey heavens,
Where, unbridled, I courted freedom
Enjoying every import of humdrum
The mind once smogged with lackadaisical dreams,
And in the heart where only serenity screamed
I ask myself now, ‘What’s bereft’?
For hardly anything of the old self’s left,
Where gentle hopes reigned, storms persist,
With faith gone, I feel like a misfit,
But hey! A torrent carries a psalm of it’s own
If you care to listen to the invisible notes

Photo by Suhyeon Choi on Unsplash

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