Seagulls float high in
the sky seeking lost shadows:
west wind keeps blowing.
Curtains of rain drawn
across the window: morning
sun cannot shine through.
Rain plays in the trees:
intricate melodies of
autumn fragrances.
Mist dissolves the trees
and houses. A streetlamp glows:
I dream of the sun.
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