about this time in blue afternoon
i call my friend for good chat
but today it is the rain falling
making noises up the rooftops.
i lay on my bed quietly
thinking of sweet yesterday
we probably are doing same
staying away from fame
blending in darkness of our room
watching from window at full moon
chuckling to whatever i see
wishing those are for me
whenever my eyes get tired
i wish to hear your heart
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