Window

out of this window... out of this window i can see many things -the wise men and women in ceremony the flames of the hand which has created all known out of this window i revisit the martyrs in conversation lose my mind...and enjoy every moment of it. I see the days---the stark,cold nights Watching the people ignore eminent end,live without prophecy Out of this window I can see you,feel you,love you and hate you I dream of dwelling everywhere...anxiously awaiting for the day when this window can disappear out from this window...