The other world
Beyond window
Streams past
In ever changing
Shape
New history
To make
Souls to create
Unseen
Unmoved
Behind window
Not an instrument
For glimpses
Into
Private moments
A view
Of time
Passing,
Framed
In a sketch.
The snapshot
Of forgotten
History.
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