many sides to Rosey

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Empty space gaining access
From the inside to the outside
It's heavy paned glass
Protecting the inside from the outside

And yet the image blurred
With rivers of raindrops
Running down the glass
Some went so far, some stopped shortly

Some made contact with the others,
Rippling the rivers into streams into lakes
Some fell alone and slowly
With the pain of a breaking heart

My arm raised
To let my hand wipe away
And clear the view
For everything was so blurry

Only to discover it was also my eyes
Not only the clouds
That were leaking water
Human and nature are now in sync

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