Quiet Pleasures In
Quiet pleasures in
A sounding fury.
I'm sworn to there. Through whom stilled
Is by stream, gushy.
And here, more staggering yet
For unlikeliness
Through my own at the window
Contemplative knacks.
A thunderous rain nigh cracks!
Storm-tossed. A treed mess.
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