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The rain was pouring by the sheet.
Three flashes and thunders
Suddenly struck in the distance,
Shaking and startling the metal frame
Of the car, speeding down the
Two-lane moistened road...
He watches the rain drops pool,
Swiftly sliding and slipping
Down the side window and beyond.
His face seems so stoic,
But alas, the other members of the party
Are absorbed in small talk;
Only occasionally does he insert a word
Or two, to signal his consciousness
She's in front of him,
He could catch a dim glimpse of her
If only he focused on the side mirror
Ahead, a bit off to his right
Her face has that certain aura
That any glimpse, no matter how short
Identifies readily that strong sense of
Beauty that so few are endowed with
Instead, when he is not
Concerning himself with the deep downpour
He ponders the impossibility ---
temporal, physical, and emotional
--- of discovering her in
Any meaningful sense
No, this is not his battle to fight
And it is unlikely that he'll ever
Have the uncertain fortune of
Crossing paths once again
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sometimes when i'm feeling more confident or chatty and i'm joking around with people and being shown respect, i picture myself at a young age getting glimpses of what the future would look like. the younger self would feel reassurance and curiosity at the temperament and exchanges, but i wonder what she/i would have thought about the appearance.
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what's it to you?
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