A puddle formed a head and neck
A dark figure in a voluminous cape
All that's come of so much bluster
Little breezes licked it clean
But it's left its watermark in my mind
The outline of some desperate soul
Seeping downward into the ground
And made me wonder how many
Make it past the scything moon
Only to get cut down sent back
To take a part in storms and floods
But look the sun wants you back
I feel you rising in crystal air
May you find some freedom there
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