In the Window

search everywhere
find someone--
someone in the distance.
my tired legs move
go quickly
run
but it is nothing except a strange
shadowy
soft
reflection trapped in the window.

turn around
but there is noone--
noone at all.
my soft lips move
can i perceive reality
think
should i beleive the clear
sparkling
perfect
reflection trapped in the window or not?

stare unblinking
past colour to everything--
everything real.
my dry eyes move
should i see something
look
light alone is the only
true
wonderful
reflection dancing in the window.


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