i sleep with window open
i can hear grass breathe
frogs throaty songs, net
vibes of crickets compete
smell flowers nice n sweet
fresh dash of wind i crave
night birds sometimes coo
maybe lonely like us so
when rain comes see walls
of pouring water, dartlike
some tip tap tok on sill
splashing on my rags, wet
i have a drain underneath
it will dry soon or later
to miss freshness even asleep
is something i won't let
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