Poems

Window


I glare upon the dim lights from my window, standing firm wondering what would have been, the few city lights make me focus on what is, there is not a blur it is clear even during the misty night, my path is set and my mind is made, I know what I want, time is my ally and my mind is my map, even in this place the light can shine if I keep the curtains open.

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