From my window


Raindrop on my window
Early greeting for me
Silence and empty street
Only the presence of tree

The sound of moving brook
Never takes a rest
Flying birds with tiny sticks
Preparing for the nest

The smell of blooming flower
spreading sweet fragment
The taste of black hot coffee
Dividing a day's segment.

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