That Face
In the first drop of rain,
In the first wind of winter,
in the first ray of summer,
there is that face.
In the first look of sun,
In the first look of moon,
In the first look of water,
there is that face.
In the first dream of night,
In the first thought of day,
In the first smile of evening,
there is that face.
In the first moment of loneliness,
In the first tear of cry,
In the first look of sadness,
there is that face.
A face that cries out loud,
A love that is undefined,
A feeling, unexplained.
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