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Two Windows
Like two windows
across from each other
We were aware of
every quibbles of another
Everyday greetings,
questions and laughters
Everyday an
appointment for the next day.
It
was not the act of the sun,
Or the magic of the moon
Curse the voyage which
has done this:
Now
I am heart-broken and silent
'Cause one of the windows is
closed
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The Winter
They are not going to answer your greeting
Their heads are in their collars
Nobody is going to raise his head
To answer a question or to see a friend
The eyes cannot see beyond the feet
The road is dark and slick
If you stretch a friendly hand towards anybody
He hardly brings his hand out of his pocket
For the cold is so bitter
The breath coming out of your chest
Turns into a dark cloud
And stands like a wall in front of your eyes
While your own breath is like this
What do you expect from your distant or close
friends?
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