To Window

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I loved keeping my windows shut,
My room steeped in murk,
Day in and day out, I savoured the frost,
The stillness that did lurk.

​You sliced in through a broken pane,
Your radiance gleamed so bright,
To hold forth this gloom anymore,
Went utterly against my might.

​Each day I pined for the whole of you,
The sliver never satiating my soul,
So one fine day I broke open the glass,
Lest this desire takes its toll!

​Now the sun-kissed zephyr strokes my hair,
As birds' jubilant song fills the earth,
I keep gazing at the sky unfettered, blue,
But never and never again could I ever find you.

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