St.C pt.6

April 24, 2007 at 8:56 pm (poem)

dust on glass

sweet breeze and hot sun
outside the world turns warm and soft
inside it’s still too cold
and I walk out
but stay behind
since I didn’t care
what was up with me then.
So I’m blinded by the light
frozen by the wind
turn to the window look myself in the eye
as I break the stare and fall
I notice the dust on the glass

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