Strolling by comes a mouse,
Dazed by the sky, drizzled at sun's nigh.
Gazing on a ski chalet,
Its pendulum swings high.
Ponders of a movement so entrancing
Frozen, its legs stopped prancing.
The room was quiet,
Only the bickering water drops,
And its deafening clanking.
A human lets himself enter,
Staring, only the mouse and him.
It was late, and both were sighing.
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chemin de le serein. | poetry
PoesíaSerein - (/sɪˈriːn/; [səʁɛ̃] in French) refers to rain falling from a cloudless sky. This sort of rain is said to take on the form of a fine, light drizzle, typically after dusk. The name derives from French serein, meaning "serene", or "clear" (as...
