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My Bedroom Window from my childhood
If you look through the window you clearly see the dark wintry mist
Completely covering these narrow roads that lead my childhood
From my bedroom window, I could see a newly built nest of an owl
He stays up with me all night long, as if protecting his life in a skin
Distant sounds of howling dogs as if they are upset at some images of darkness
Screams of some kids playing, running futilely in the darkness of this cold street
Then you hear loud calls as if their worried mothers waiting for them to come home
This street is narrow yet leads to few more that become invisible without any lights
As the winter mist completely covers the sky, sunlight vanishes way before the night fall
Evening walks even so carefully here almost rubbing its nose against the walls
It resemble the nightly struggles of this old man living towards the end of the
As he carefully tries to find his front door feeling the wall, stumbling with what’s left of the last of his fading eyes
Nick Kler
