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• The Sound of Raindrops

  In the quiet room, the clock ticks,
  each beat a whisper of time lost.
  Raindrops dance on the tin roof,
  a melody of forgotten dreams,
  pausing in the darkened corners.

  I speak to shadows that linger,
  holding secrets of what was once.
  The rain fades, leaving only echoes,
  and the clock resumes its steady march,
  …

  9 February 2016

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