One by one the raindrops fall on the concrete miracle of nature meets that of man who shall triumph is out of the question for in the end we shall become the 'also ran'
Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
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