xHour of not Quite Rain
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In the hour of not quite rain
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When the fog was finger tip high
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The moon hung suspended in a singular sky
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Deeply and beyond seeing,
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Not wishing to intrude
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Bathed in its own reflection
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The water mirrored the moon
The tumbling birds have now sobered
From the leaves of their nursery
Like shadowy, quiet children watching sleeply
by: José Duarte
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