A solitary cricket chirps
Heralding the coming light
The birds are still sleeping
In the waning night
This rain will not stop
Or so they have say
But I will greet the dawn
On this dreary day
Stoic Poetry
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 