Waiting on her window..
Everyday for a passing shadow.
Not turning towards her..
Still making an innocent stir.
As days go by..
Getting glued to the window…
That urges her to follow..
Despite the unchanging pathways..
that might eventually lead to her..
Kept making the distant spur.
Finally the shadow was gone..
And the curtains were drawn.
Those eyes did never look..
Cause that shadow had overlook.
While someone’s hair had flew on her way..
As she stood up to walk away.


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