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Not always but sometimes. When I put on some music
The world stops, rain drops;
Each moment; frozen on life's sill
Mid-splash. Slap-dash
Reflexive lashing back against it stills Stillness, stills, stops, drops And jagged, shattered patterns
On the glass dissolve
Sleepy riverain across the pane
In sheets of folded liquid fain
Resolve Into a view, a distant shimm'ring brae
Mist shrouded gloaming forests, pinprick crows
A cottage like a fleck of granite grey
Warm hearth within, the window's curtain glows And all the dusk is liquid quiet and waits
And all the dusk is liquid quiet, and waits. Not always. But sometimes.