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.
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.
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