And when you died I opened them,

And there was only soot within.

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 Evening Rain

Rain fell so softly, in the evening,

I almost thought it was the trees that were talking.

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 Toy-Boxes

Cities are the toy-boxes

Time plays with:

And there are often many doll-houses

Of which the dolls are lost.

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 Moods

A poet's moods:

Fluttering butterflies in the rain.

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