The window is over worn
from yesterday's horizon
that cannot be measured
by the man who traveled around;
to understand his own vision
hanged above the window
contoured by his deep emotion;
it was then part of the play, since
by the man's fate-he thought
and keep playing the stage scene
of the character that's played-out.
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