<p style="text-align: left;">I woke up in the middle of the night<br>It wasn’t loud<br>but the sound of the rain<br>falling in a steady rhythm<br>made me open my eyes<br>I closed my eyes again<br>As I thought about<br>unseen view outside the window<br>I pulled the blanket over my head<br>after this rain stops<br>summer will be gone<br>It will make me strike up<br>a whisper with New Yorker<br>in Manhattan<br>and smile at those I don’t like—<br>Dostoevsky’s teardrops<br>Loneliness of pains—<br>a lament that A gift<br>I’d like to give to neighbors<br>who still loves me<br>unhappy musings of a healthy<br>human being<br>My imagination runs wild<br>Your tonight visit which proves<br>beauty of the imagining<br>it is passing by<br>I savor your flowing lullaby<br>At this rate<br>it’ll be over before dawn.</p>
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