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Voices of the Rain

The voices of the rain like pedlars in the street,
Sheltering by the doorway, I listen...

And now as I step out
Through dark pools and streams,
The voices have moved on and in their place:
The silence of betrayals
And the misty shapes
Of things once loved

My footsteps echo
Calling out to each other
Left step to right step
Comforting each other
As they carry their burden
Of unsellable things -
As if each step
Was one shaft of rain in a downpour.


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