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The deafening noise
Chases at the heels of the clouds
Scattering them to the winds
to come again another day
And all that's left
Under the rain-damp leaves
Is your song
The symphony of your throats
Written just now
Just for tonight
with themes older than human
but somehow more human than
The flickering blue glow
That lights the grass
The trees
The ferns
The fences
Emanating from windows
closed and locked
Your cries are not for me.
Your song is brief
Its peak is short
Your song is yours.
Cri de coeur.
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