Blue Curtain
The blue curtains
Years hanging like wasted souls
Nobody cares to know
Day and night it stands
The year of the beginning
When things were new smell the aroma
Of the freshness wrapped in plastics
Once it was taken up it was the hangman's noose
For years waiting for its turn
The colour fading the zest of imaginative life
It sways by the soft wind and the whirring fan
Until the appeal court sends the blue curtains elsewhere
Today it was brought down
Finally the blue curtains change of windows
It will be sent to another home
A prisoner of nobody's around
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