At times I sit by the window
Just to hear the leaves crunch
In the wind, just to
Hear the streets get
Soaked in rain, soaked like a
Sullen face springing forth

With a face so blank,
With eyes so big and blue,
How can anyone resist asking
Are you okay? How are you?
Beset with sullen features, a face of
Melancholy that looks ready to

When that face of melancholy
Breaks and reveals the true
Face: there is nothing being
Hidden. Only more, only a deeper
River which flows like the storm
Broken stream into this sea of

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