There is a window
He stares at it
From Day till night
One would wonder
Why would he do
What he does
That is stare at
The window of
The ruined house
But only he knew
And firmly believed
That there lived
Someone in that
Ruined house
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On the blog, I write, poetry, short stories, post photographs and also share some snapshots of my handwriting.
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Is there a background story or a sequel?
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No not yet,I might write a sequel.
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