A soaked skull weighs down intrusive thoughts While pattering drops cuts through white noise. In evenings with rainfall, footsteps lose rhythm Giving way to a heartbeat or whisper. Rain brings reflection, on the path and in the mind. What pool visions do you see? Does the face peering back look younger Ready to stomp on …
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Writing in C Major 