Window



~ I looked out thinking and hoping, 
~Without staring and listening,
~Through the same window,
~Holding on to the eyes of the same broken glass,
~The picture was standstill,
~Lights were still hazy,
~Stolen with the motion alive,
~No direction and no sound,
~Desperate to keep up to the same pace,
~Even when it was not quintessential,
~Brought me back to the same junction,
~Inheriting the same mystery,
~Cycling back to the same old memories,
~Through the same window,
~Holding on to the eyes of the same broken glass.


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Anonymous said…
shows u r a perfectionist in writing:)

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