Rain drops ran carelessly
Down the
window pane
He groaned
in bed
Impatient
for a healer
She
listened for footsteps
Not one
came to the rescue
If there
had been money
The healer
would have come
He was
departing with weak moans
They had
raised money
Hoping not
too late
Then came
the footsteps
Long
awaited with the healer
But the
moans were gone
So was the
pain dead with the man
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