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The Window

Date Written: September 15, 2017
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big city small lights
my dark corner illuminated
maybe pretty maybe dirty
rarely vacant but always empty

a perfect match but for the glass
for in the morning there's light;
just look inside and i'll be there
an obscure shape in an endless night
a dirty child without aim without sight

it's temporary or so  i'm told

I eagerly await the morning
as I crawl towards the light
the stars are pretty from the ledge
I hope I don't fall….

One comment on “The Window”

  1. Subhashchandra B Adhav     September 16, 2017

    The window—-Nice write —-Interesting read —Nice poem .

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