Raindrops falling on windows
like glitter.
Tracks imprinted on dirt roads
by the rubbers of fast cars that shoot along
like a bright-eyed toddler
finger painting with fervour.
We
are all part of this work of art
on a canvas we call
Life.
?????? Pretty bad, useless platitude but I'm going to give poetry a try.
I am one of those melodramatic fools.
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