looking through the yellow window
don't have
answers
or even
know question
out into
the cold
sun burns
down pounding
a silent
dream beat
wandering
soul finding a match
lit the
darkened room
once green
across out another window
two pieces
of tape hold
the paper
snowflake in place
see it from
here but empty or full
does it
really matter
that much
not sure
voice
muffled thinking someone
must know
not here not now
wrapping
pictures
who's
present or past
and what
does the future hold...
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