N O T E/ N O - 14.1
Mirabelle Plums still sneak into my room in the deadly daylight and Some nights they enter with the dusk behind them.Of how many hours they spend looking from that garden into my room -If I am still breathing or not, Oh how many nights they desperately wanted the blinds to get aside to witness the tired me.
-You left but you left them with me,
They Guard me at nights &
Turn into a lover when the Blinds
Let the sunlight enter the Empty room.