Washing the sins in the rain,
you are plotting
a new adventure,
oh, restless soul!
you’re testing such more of me…
to explore hidden at root the seeds,
brought from another fates, constellations…
Who are they?
What lit their lantern?
What sacrificing gift
they've given to a melting pot
to synthesize in today?
Oh, omnipresent rain!
hold me tight in your flowing endeavors,
shapeless to satisfy the thirst –
if you please - clarify an eternity.
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