View From My Window
my see and we are hurrying
my see and wee are hurrying
storms gathering seaweed
clumps and moonstars,
thinking of darklier brooks crashing
upon its lonely banks, leaving
in its wake the wet wind breathless.
storms gathering seaweed
clumps and moonstars,
thinking of darklier brooks crashing
upon its lonely banks, leaving
in its wake the wet wind breathless.
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my see and we are hurrying
my see and we are hurrying
