Windows of hope glimmer in the night's sun,
weathered by rains of sorrow and joy.
Every scent, every sight, every touch,
engraved in a heart of stone.
Self conscious perfections,
hide behind doubt.
Every gasp of wind,
tells a timid tale of freedom.
Wisps of reality calm the storm,
breaking an unwelcome sunrise.
Loves blind eye watches in content.
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