The Drapes

It's sunday when the wind blows sideway,
The night sky hadn't fallen,
You wait for me.

This ending grace falls along the brokered path,
And i feel alone in our greatest windows,
The blankets of the drapes covering my eyes.

Do you feel this morning dew on thy whincing fingers?

I ask the children.

They do.

All along.

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