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...
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