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Inner Tears

There are times, many times especially now, When it's difficult to distinguish between, rain and tears. Under the umbrella of my mind, walking in the rain, I cry those silent tears, which are aware of sights unseen. As Objects dance their little dance, portrayed to our senses, What escapes most, is the cycling energy of Periodicity.

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