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Cloudy morning at quarter past ten

My brother at my door to talk to me

To bring me instructions he got from a far

Missing his breath, jabbering in speed

Frantic hands revolving the air

It’s like he’s strumming invisible strings

With notes and sounds of an impossible tune

I can’t understand what he struggles to teach

After some time it starts to adjust

My senses polluted and I thought it was me

I open my eyes and the sky now is clear

I can hear the music that he plays within

He says

“Please be brave and walk carefully

As the jackals are rambling

And snakes now have wings

Frankly I beg you to stay by my side

‘Cause the clouds make the rain

Not the trees as you dream”