Weather

 

we ask her who we are and she.
she knows us by a smile of eyes
coming after softly closed doors.

lips are too wide open to admit
talking about a beastly weather
and whether, is smile of the sky.

when asked about the weather
after the closing door behind us
she smiles sweetly to our eyes.

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