I dare not peer out of this box
The outside world which stares at me
The sunlight dripping out on the ledge
And the raindrops melting the flower beds…
Shadows dancing at 3 pm
Making faces while mocking me
Lulling winds blows through the skies
Raging fires burn inside…
The ticking hands point back at me
Running and popping the tapestry
Gazing at the rays of a distant star
A forlorn poet despairs afar...
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