Windowpane

 As soon as i stand 

at the window

i feel like I'm standing 

back from a child's perspective

an encounter with

the city

half is in the eye

half in the heart

then this piece of glass

 which part of the city does it belong to

and

my stay at the window right now

am i kind of 

lost.



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