And birds are nesting soon another season
The windows shut and open fast
As if the world has lost its reason.
The cars still cry on turning corners
And scratch the walls of the locked towers-
-the sounds are stuffed with no remorse
And leaking coffee counts the hours.
The roads are filled with coming joy
With trembling hands and crying babies
There is no pain unveiling face
But there are smiles who die for Maybe-s.
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