Saturday



Light
Sun sneaks in through the cream blinds
Spiders spin their webs, the shadows dance on my desk
The smell of fresh grass leaks into my second floor window
Clouds smile as they twist and turn by, with the birds that soar high
Higher than a ladder, higher than heaven. When it rains, it rains and the
Birds will announce it to the yard before they take shelter



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