The window is open*
Gray blanket in the sky
Heat of the summer fades away
Dew is covering the parched
No rain to seep through
Birds in the pine trees sing in delight
A cricket is relieved
Somewhere else is not in this picture
An hour goes by within
The door is open and I can go
But my eye takes it all in
Yes my eye does not let me go
Dom*Colucci 2012
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