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before a joy waving at night
It's too hot
windows up and
nonchalantly
I look at the red brick wall next door
in the meantime
a fragile maple tree trunk
holding the square holes of the mosquito net
and is climbing up
My room
My desk
My bed
looking at my clothes
How happy am I?
Even in the midst of the winter to come
without pulling down the blind
Nor will I lower the windows
I'll be able to say hello to the neighbors
I've never spoken to before
What a joy!
Can i do it?
WAVING IN THE WIND
Now,
I will never be lonely at night.
windows up and
nonchalantly
I look at the red brick wall next door
in the meantime
a fragile maple tree trunk
holding the square holes of the mosquito net
and is climbing up
My room
My desk
My bed
looking at my clothes
How happy am I?
Even in the midst of the winter to come
without pulling down the blind
Nor will I lower the windows
I'll be able to say hello to the neighbors
I've never spoken to before
What a joy!
Can i do it?
WAVING IN THE WIND
Now,
I will never be lonely at night.
Published 2nd Sep 2024
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