Sounds that are seen from the window


On top of a sun ray
Under a burning summer day,
Outside there lay specs
Of golden dust.
The leftovers from last night’s events.

Daylight sounds with laughter
While night produces silent
Worries over burning bridges,
Beauty is found in every corner.
Life lit with past flames.

Although this day will only hold twenty four hands
The fingers that touch
Leave lasting imprints on the host;
Not enough to brag or boast
Rather to bask in the rays.


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