Wind coils its knowing fingers around the blue sails outside my window,

they flutter fitfully in the breeze,

caught in a strong gust of wind

that holds each water droplet, each light gem of rain in a cradle,

before they land on tiled roofs

and sing to me

where I am curled up in my den,

the wind drifts in lazily and joins me as the blue sail cloths move

like dancers in the lawn.

--By Yue Lin, 'Wind, Rain, Sleep.'

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