Against a weathered window pane,
the steady drips of falling rain
tattoo a beat of season passed
upon a heart of rusted chrome,
who finds it's shadow far from home...
yet captured by emotion, glassed.
The world is vast, though still remained
her melody, forever stained.
Intimation in hooded eyes...
as crimson tinctured mem'ries clung
like syrup drizzled on a tongue;
His dignity, a hollow prize.
A tear belies the stolid stance.
On second glance, he slowly dies.
© Ravenne
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Poetic form:
(jeffrey's sonnet)