The high window

Seasons change their minds,
and some spirits are
enfeebled from the outset.
Soothing, I choose the cloud
announcing the last rain.
Was there ever so stupid a thing
as choosing a rain cloud?
But I am someone,
let’s talk again,
like it was all our yesterdays.
And turn some somersaults.

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