The rain stopped falling
a cool brezze is calling
me back to my bed again
but here I’m stalling
while ants are crawling
over the midnight Cerus beds
Oh God what a sight to see
A mountain turn white before me
on an island in the middle of the sea
I know
there’s no rhyme or reason
it’s just the gardening season
that bring memories back to me | 
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