a rain that seems
to have always been
falling, a night
of breezy whispers;
there’s just
this to do:
listen
at the window,
watch shadows
drift
in the weakly-lit
courtyard
while big
round
drops
shimmer in the wind
falling, a night
of breezy whispers;
there’s just
this to do:
listen
at the window,
watch shadows
drift
in the weakly-lit
courtyard
while big
round
drops
shimmer in the wind