you are around
i do not know,
but for sure,
someone has been,
opening the window
and letting the sun in
the moss on the carpet
shrunk and shriveled ,
has dried up
a feather freshly shed,
by a pigeon lies here
for sure someone
has been in.
the autumn leaves
whisper again
but never take your name
the lazy brook passing by
looks like a serpent
awaiting his prey
yet i know you are around
but where ? i do not know
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