Rain

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In this dripping rain,
I find myself descending,
Into a great hollow,
Without a radius,

Long ago,
I fell with the rain,
And became a seed in this earth,
Until I realized that I’m of this grass and mud,
Insects and snows,

Cold and empty I lay,
With the melancholy of rain,
From which I emerged,
And with which I’m drowning;

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