Inside I  wonder about my outside
When it is raining hard on  trees
And the crows sit folded in leaves
And the leaves sit folded in trees.

The trees have an outside in me,
In my inside, in the crows inside
And a rain falling hard on leaves
Wondering at me ,outside trees.

The rain is  wondering at  inside
When I sit enfolded in my inside.
Its inside feels my outside there
Wondering at crows inside trees.

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