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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