Citron et Pamplemousse

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Stranger in the Windows

I can not view your face
For it is invisible through this glass
I can not know that you are even real
Through this magical screen
Behind this window I can only perceive
An unending shadow of words
The cloud of mystery of a person that
I can not see
Through the windows.

And this frightens me.

-Pamplemousse
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