Your crows shall look across
sheets of fuzzy rain
At the outlines of the friends
visible on our roof
Wondering when wet trees
will stop shaking
To let them have their usual
evening get-together.
Your crows shall look across
sheets of fuzzy rain
At the outlines of the friends
visible on our roof
Wondering when wet trees
will stop shaking
To let them have their usual
evening get-together.
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