April 25, 2009
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Life is a path,
We are forced to take,
With raindrops falling on our face;
The end is a bath
Like a baptism they make,
We witness them with their silent grace;
Stunned by beauty,
Humbled with bliss,
We gaze upon these tears from the sky;
Their escalating duty,
Something more exists,
This no one cannot deny. On the path is a sigh
As the raindrops cease,
Disappear one by one,
With an intricate pattern thus shown.
We are at peace
The rain now done,
The drops faded away, as the puddles linger alone.

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