Old Naughty Neighbours Still Play Seesaw
His
shadow
chasing hers
under the stars
mirrored on the glass
of their frosted window.
Dim lights off , window opens
Hid are all their seesaw movements
Oh ,at last ! that awkward view now gone
But what I cannot see, I can still hear.
A light etheree ~ Just for the fun of it : )
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