A Walk Through Rain's Crack Minichu
Rain with her wet slippers assail
The senses affixed on my walls—
Through its cloudy sight, a sun dial.
Where pattering waxes to a haunting tune,
Blew out the candle from under time—
Cracks now wide in bright or dull blue.
Storm's find
Brass chimes
Odd shine
Rain with her wet slippers assail,
Blew out the candle from under time,
Odd shine.
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