Staring through the window
Missed the sunset
An image before my eyes
Of the question unanswered
See the shrubs moving
The wind blowing through them
If it was not special
That branches bend
Staring at my screen
Questioning what I’m doing
Wanting to denounce my feelings
And only be happy
2004
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