headlights reflecting
sheen on road surface obscures
lines dividing lanes
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come rain: wash away our skins
make all of us color blind
headlights reflecting
sheen on road surface obscures
lines dividing lanes
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come rain: wash away our skins
make all of us color blind
her hair all covered
old couple hold hands walking
not their street of dreams
capricious weather
spring or winter clothes depends
which way the wind blows
loud cackles of geese
wayward nighttime rendezvous
light of a full moon
wind rushing through trees
only roars of the ocean
land-locked house will hear