Rain

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All night tiny hearts

on the roof, the stones rhythm

all over the trees and grass.

 

Was it you, too shy to knock?

But you run in under the window sills

finger your way down the windows.

 

The morning opened late and green

the flowers dewy and crisp

piled with moist and tears.

 

But, there were signs of you

trembling in the dark

dreaming up escape routes.

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