(based off the poem Beginning by James Wright)
End
The rain whispers songs in my dreams.
It rouses me, calling.
Waken.
Listen.
I open my eyes, walk to the window, touch my nose to
The frosty pane.
The drops dance as they dive, glittering in my sight
For an instant, disappearing before i can memorize any one,
Dying before I can blink.
I stare out through the glass, frozen in my room.
Release your breath.
Come.
Those liquid crystals desert the clouds that harbored them,
And i join their freedom fall.
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