A window of anguish opens,
And memorizes my eye with tears.
Upon the wall, time seems to stand still.
And harmonises all agony with my breath.
Upon the dappled wall your picture
In the closet some relics of a love
Upon the night the dismal shadow
Of a remembrance
Beloved loneliness of fluttering its wings;
Along am I or am I not?
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