Beyond the silence

Beyond the silence of the windowpane

Lies sceneries in glassy streaks of rain.

The sky-sent water flows to puddles, lain

Across the path of quiet walkers’ lanes.

And faraway, the light has turned to grey

In profane skies. These seas of arduous rays

In wetness cold will celebrate this day

When wind and water chase light far away.

This life to live has several moods to call,

And melancholy’s ever-rising wall

Is built in times like these. There, trees, though tall

still sway in weakest winds of dawn’s dark thought.

To live this life is walking, to be caught

In traps of gloom, and suffering’s always got.


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