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Something There
There is something there,
In the way the rain rolls like a tear,
Down the window pane.
There is something here,
In the way the birds sing out,
Like a unrequited love song.
There is something there,
In the way the tree branch curves,
A messege to those who notice.
There is something here,
In the way the old writing desk creaks,
Knowing it is loved and used.
There is something there,
In the quiet of nature and home,
That speaks to the soul.
