The sad window tells me
the bird I heard singing
yesterday
has lost its tree
and is distributing silence
to feed his memory.
The sad window tells me
the world is a big cage:
it's all about seeing the bars,
it's all about ignoring them.
The sad window tells me
there is only one mouth
one word
one language
and infinite screams.
The sad window tells me
each breath is a razor cut
and hope is nothing but
emptiness spelled backwards.
The sad window tells me
the real light is inside the well
and I have to dig it out
from my own darkness.
The sad window tells me
There is no window
no sun
but in my heart.
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