Apr 23, 2020
1 min read
Windows to the World
You stay ostracized,
on the bedside table,
every single night.
After a long day,
full of rigour,
the eyes trigger,
the drowsiness inside.
You are lifeless,
But you are,
my window,
to the world.
Writes about Personal Development | Pens Poetry
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