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Through A Window Throughout The Hours Of Darkness
Early dawn and late dusk,
In my tea a saturated rusk,
Then I realized that it was the tea which made me awake,
And I decided to stop putting my sleep at stake.
Thought of sleeping and went to bed,
“The tea has impinged on you” my mind said,
Got up and went outside,
To the window sill my steps had to stride.
Siesta donning upon me,
Compelling me to see the reveries I didn’t want to see,
The only thing I wanted to view,
How under the dark skies the wind blew?
Looking out with nothing there,
The vista so void and the panorama so bare,...