The
dark with lines of gold curtains
Hanging
on the curtain rods for years
It
never see the light of days
The
lizards become the running owners instead
It
never been drawn back
For
days it hangs there
It
doesn't complain or fall down
It
holds on day and night
It
is only the oval rings
The
gravity pull and usage
It
finally breaks out
Leaving
the curtains gasping for air
Once
it was steady
Hanging
on the curtain rods
The
energy of the new
Slowly
time takes its toll
Now
the oval rings
The
old throw away change by new
The
spares come ready to make the hanging
The
dark with lines of gold curtains drawing in
The
silence flow into it
Only
sound from neighbours
Cats
and sparrows and dogs
The
day will be routine
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