ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Rain hitting the roof,

for who knows how many

hours, I awoke to its

sound, one I have always

loved, a time machine

of the mind to carry

back to years when

listening to its magic

I imagined a future

instead of looking

back to a distant

past I didn't cherish.

28.07.2023

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