If the rains leaves me Unwashed will you. There was silence as the Rain fell back up to the Floor undone. In the midst of The cloudy night and hay She grew strong. Where the kids play to the sunflower fields I lay across my window pane In front of the wooden door With a piece of paper and work .
She waited at platform Playing with dull ghosts In the night's tea cup The ceremony at her home Made her hurry Her children at night brewing Yawning she was taking Her glasses to mirror Carefully at the doll house Near the train station.