Rain, a Triolet
She doesn't like the rain
It washes up what once was sunk
Dodging drops, all in vain
No, she doesn't like this rain
The shore littered with memories, pain
She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
She doesn't like the rain
It washed up what she once sunk
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