I'm not going to post the longer poems in the collection but here's another of the shorter ones.
Life
and Death.
The raindrop slides
slowly
down the windscreen,
like a teardrop falling
down a cheek.
Reaching the bottom,
it is engulfed
and disappears from sight,
swept aside by
merciless wiper blades,
cut off in the prime
of its journey.
The rain continues
falling,
yet never can any individual raindrop
be replaced.
Another tear appears,
joining the torrent.
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