Mere Night

In this faint cold night
Under the shower of the clouds,
I feel the drizzle in the dark,
And faint wet sounds.

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As I pass by the lights,
Flashes past my mind
A fleeting glimpse of you,
And I can’t find a way out
Of this rain that has me imbued.

I know the track and
Am aware of the drill,
Yet again I slip and
Fall off the hill.

Different faces, various names,
And all play the same games.
I thought true, I’ll find one or two,
But as I dug, I found no clue.