The time that passes while waiting for the scenery to change.
The view remains the same
From my bedroom window
Very static and still
Unchanging and rather tedious
The gloriousness of a sunset
Can be stunning and colourful
These eyes have become blind
To its beauty
The sound of the world as it wakes
Has become but a quiet whisper
But the taste of the rain
On my tongue
Is like sweet nectar, still
Time changes the view in my window
Very, very slowly
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