Challenge
Raindrops were splattered on my window that day...
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Raindrops were splattered
On my window that day
The day they brought you
To your final home
A somber procession
A priest at the head
Three on each side
And a long train
Of cloaked followers aft
Looking through the pane
I could feel the dirt turn
To mud beneath their feet
Their desperate attempts
Not to slip and
Let you fall
Battling the elements
As well as their hearts
But I could not see
Through the pain
And so I did not go
Merely noticed the drops
Like hearts
That fell from the skies
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