The rose in the copper vase - She entered dressed in her timidness

The rain fell slowly
as if not wanting to
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind
that the heat left behind

She entered
through the open window
sifting with ther timidness
the penumbra now
already cool
already cool. x2

The houses
and things
were still
still still
letting themselves
be touched
by her presence

and the drowsy time looked at her
like a child like a child

No one spoke
only she sang
and more than sing
she hummed
a slow tune
that moved
the feeling

What fragrance

her drops gave off
shiny and pale
like a young rose
that perfumes the sitting room
in a copper vase