Our Curtains
The long, plain curtain wearily drapes over worn walls, hiding the monotonous boredom of lonesome weekdays, weekdays of silence.
Then a breeze.
The fluttering, playful curtain discusses the family secrets with this choppy breeze, this breeze heading towards night, a night of lights.
Then the music.
The dancing vibrant red curtain decorates the air, the beautiful atmosphere of cheer flirts with fantasies of the moon, loads of love.
Then the morning.
The morning shine curtain stands proud, wearing impenetrable black like a bouncer, caring for the groaning silence inside, at peace.
Our lives of curtains, our keepers of truths, our guards of free, our curtains.
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