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There is a gentle wind blowing
outside my window.
It cracks the shutters and
splits the screen.
It tears at my roots.
It spits on my shoes.
The rain falls.
It lets go of the cloud's grasp
and falls to its death.
A billion tiny raindrops,
shattered on the earth.
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R C | Year Posted 2007
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