Green Eyes, Rainy Days
… Something of mine, for a change …
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Green Eyes, Rainy Days
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Through the half-closed shades of your bedroom window,
a tree on the corner waits, hovers.
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Its brown leaves signal a change in seasons, a change in weather. I shiver.
You say, “The leaves will be colors soon, look,
they’re turning already”
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I can (almost) taste
the changing of the leaves, the [...]