The Raindrops
On the window's tops
Flowing down the surfaces
Passing through different phases
Accompanied by similar being
Just like clones with each human being
Unknown yet parallel they walk
Just like a bird that mock
Much of a life's race
This journey is difficult to trace
Destiny lies at the end
But life's meant to mend
This would not end ever
And the struggle would run forever.
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