the dying drops of the evening rain,
hit the roof and spray my face.
there are drops in the light,
but more to see in all the dark.
green is a tree in front of me,
and green are the leaves right above.
one fell on my lap as i lay asleep,
like the clouds that gently weep.
young was the leaf, just like me.
in my heart, fell the shadow of dread
and i knew a friend had moved on.
a crack in the clouds, the gods peep through,
for a moment the world is all bright.
where is he now, where did he go?
wish he could say when i could take a bow.
the wind dies but then so do i.
the essence of everything is in me.
and i am free.
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