It is raining
And the voice of the wind
is rattling and whistling at my window
Asking to be let in
to the thoughts that float
thorough my head
listening to the wind’s
lullabye as I drift off to sleep
scattering seeds from my perch
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It is raining
And the voice of the wind
is rattling and whistling at my window
Asking to be let in
to the thoughts that float
thorough my head
listening to the wind’s
lullabye as I drift off to sleep