I am a curtain of ponderings
A silent admirer of pleasant tinklings
A lone bearer of gloomy happenings
Hanging onto the edges of hope
Swaying to the moods of new folks
I gaze at the world outside through the hazy window
panes
And stand as a witness to everyone inside with
names.
My stay here are numbered, so I enjoy each day like
a bird,
For when I am pulled down, I languish for eons in
some dark cupboard.
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