The raindrops hit the cement wall
and bounce back.
They try to penetrate-
the oak doors and muddy windows
mad windows, stifling shut.
Cocooned, riveted by boiling thoughts;
he jostles-smothered by steely strifes.
The raindrops fling themselves on the glass pane,
carrying with them reminiscences-
rosy cheeks of twelve.
But alas, years, have passed,
and they try in vain
to charm the man
Busy behind the computer screen.
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Well this one is quite pensive I guess, if you compare them to the previous two. Nonetheless, hope you enjoy!
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