Clouds hides behind the moon
shadows drifting to my room
no movements along treeline
not a sound, whispers gone
street is calm. it's dawn
sprinklers are retracted
more space is created after
gathering all scatters today
rug is so clean i could smell
i used to sit by my window
trying to to listen to you
while blade of grass grow
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