Raindrops

Are these the April raindrops, Or my lingering heartbeats?   My naked windows glasses- Alive with transpirations Mired with perspirations Reflecting back, almost in derision Calling back, in much anticipation Halting path, amidst many a assumption   These sounds of cascading water On my swarded Astorian apartment Catch me off guard-this very moment   Immerse in me, in life– Even as I dwell in apprehension Succumb to intoxication Of increasing aspiration Drain in imagination Of the ongoing revolution   Will the rain just vanish all too soon Lambent lightning will too swoon   Life is measured in moments — not…

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