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Windows

Whenever I stroll down streets,

I see around
Settlements and lanes,
buildings so many,
Infinite windows there might be…

Into a solid wall
Of muted grey
Through which cars
glide skirting noiselessly
I secretly peep into,
Through a window,
I watch,

Windows are
for watching-
Square peices of life
Ever changing

 

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