Through The Sash Windows

Your stories have only ever been contained
in the frame of sash windows,
but your voices carry through the night
of your bad days and your bitter lows.
The world waits as you rest
to the flicker of television sets,
where a sleeping mind forgives
and a morning mind forgets.

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