Caught, captured within the grasp of an unknown,
captivating force as it cries, screams, whispers
quietly uttering its concealed mourning, its vehement
joy, this powerful display shaking, soaking,
overwhelming with persistent consistency, steadily
dripping, constant taunt, enraging reminder of such
small force, drenching, hiding within a clouded
mist as step by step it spreads across, throughout,
underneath, within, heating chilled skin with lost
sunbeams shining through trembling rainbows,
forgotten writing of a foreign language, spoken
by the clouds, the sun, the drip, drip, dripping.
Haunted despair. A deep sadness. Forlorn expressions.
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