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At length these thoughts whirled round inside the brain; with drops of rain caressing the window pane. HauntingΒ –Β these outerΒ precincts which don shades of bliss; as though to capture moments lost in time. What secrets lie amid the chaos and confusion; so dark and muffled upon these rooftops. I squint past obscure to touch and sense; allowing shock and change to keep me sane.

Streetlights burn with hope,
as rain pelts down on doubt
dawn of a new beginning.

(Day 29 of NaPoWriMo.)

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads