It is a circular window
It is a delicate window
It is a sensitive window
It is a deceiving window
The window reveals a story,
An unwritten story
It is read to deceive us
Serving as a façade of its soul
Through the window
Hides the past,
Lies the truth,
Holds the memories and tears
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