Alongside weep of nature,
alongside lonely creature,
the window discovers the middle,
the window experiences attention little.
Through fall of rain,
through emotional over landed train,
the window carefully makes notes,
the window witnesses for brave roads.
In spirit of beauty-assessed fail,
in spirit of early full-stopped tale,
the window refuses to collapse,
the window investigates solution's maps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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