The window stood blustery,
with its secrets and its mysteries,
all lying within its ears.
The sun and the moon,
that gloom,
the twinkling
and the twitching
and the noises,
all surrounding
the glass
that stands
inside its frames.
No moving, not even the slightlest move
that could tell
what the glass could tell
to us,
to me.
Altough the window is in me.
Selite:
Ei luultavimmin vielä täysin valmis, mutta joka tapauksessa julkaisukelpoinen.
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