sometımes
the windows wear open curtains
sometimes
the windows
wear closed curtains
days and nights
look at each other
then cover them all
some in joy
some ın sadness
some brilliant
some longing for daylıght
they are the mirrors
of my soul
with todays and tomorrows
designned
with iron multi color
iron grates
with their beautıtudes
they look like minatures
when evening
begins the fall
the curtains drown down
the windows again
plunge
into sadness
and solıtıtute
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