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Tuesday, 12 July 2011

OPEN WINDOW


After all the sunshine came in,
only dust settled in.

I still kept it open,
in spite of the rain,
the wind,
the bugs,
the excessive light from the lamp post at night,
from the moon shine,
from the planes that never landed for me,
from the derisive, twinkling stars.

It is still open, but nobody comes in.

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