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Light from a corner window

As it drifted past me,
in tiny streams of white,
slowly counting seconds of time,
that it takes to shine,

in a distance not many,
exist a group of students funny,
some sleeping, some studying if any,
this white light does come in handy,

When my face it finally touches,
most of its cousins already in trenches,
maybe this is the eternity it watches,
slowly time and soul disappears.

-Gp 2005- 26/04/2005

* a lazy afternoon in the library.


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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me