Feb 2020
I've finished your portrait;
You
are a glass of water
upon the windowsill, distorting
my view of the tired street below —
Refreshing, but,
it's the same view
really.
I need a new window.
You
are a glass of water
upon the windowsill, distorting
my view of the tired street below —
Refreshing, but,
it's the same view
really.
I need a new window.
Written by
E Bhrèagha
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