Question

As the falling rain trickles among the stones memories come bubbling out. It’s as if the rain had pierced my temples. Streaming streaming chaotically come memories: the reedy voice of the servant telling me tales of ghosts. They sat beside me the ghosts and the bed creaked that purple-dark afternoon when I learned you were leaving forever, a gleaming pebble from constant rubbing becomes a comet. Rain is falling falling and memories keep flooding by they show me a senseless world a voracious world--abyss ambush whirlwind spur but I keep loving it because I do because of my five senses because of my amazement because every morning, because forever, I have loved it without knowing why.
Paraphrase the entire poem in YOUR own words.

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Answer 1

On hearing that you were leaving, the memories return to me speedily, as I remember the past and history, the experiences and the pleasures, the sadness and loneliness. However, even in my anguish, i still look forward to a new day, a new beginning.

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