Diffused colors through
Steamed glass
That I struggle to wipe
A bright spot through
Drizzling rain
A wisp of memory
Through misty fog
A clear, bright face
Outside my bubble
That i struggle to break
You are rain and water
In dreams i see you
Evanescent as summer drizzle
Mysterious as myst
Elusive as the dew
That disppears with first light
And yet as present
As the very air around me
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