by the window

by the window
by the window

the sullen sky.
    no one knows its silence
the wind blows cold as ice,
    his wits whirls vigor whence,
    his touch chills my skin deep
    that gets thru by the window fence    
laid both hands and over is my head
eyes broad open but not in sense
    blind as it play in a gloomy day
vague voices, thin fog,  hence
it is morning, cold as ice
i think of you,
i think of you.

emangarduque

It has been a while. This is for someone (or your someone) that i always think of (you always think of) over by the window.

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