Liquid Likeness

The rain falling in this new equinox mirrors my sorrowsIt speaks the language of serene 
Lost in a never understood translation

Nerves and pondering take flight

Drops of rain beat the surface of things

Liquid reflections and self inflicted expressions

Dark sessions by the window

Hiding from egocentric fits

A folly called melancholy

The same place has a room for me

Furniture has protected the dust well

Depleted energy

Just a shell

The glass should be cleaned

Tortured by dreams

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