A home with out Home windows

In a nook of the world, standing alone
An outdated home with no home windows, no fairy lights
Silent partitions, hidden tales
No gentle, simply working shadows

The clock ticks slowly
Like a whirlwind of misplaced time
No eye, no eye
Only a want for shiny gentle

The ground rises, leaving traces
Previous steps, cracked time
The sky outdoors, overseas and distant
This home is darkish with out sweat gentle

The curtains of night time closed with out stopping
Desires caught at midnight and lazy
Air thick, nonetheless breathless
Quiet vibration, silence inside limits

The remaining coronary heart is mounted there
Eager for gentle, eager for blue
However there are not any home windows, simply stone partitions
Obstruction of imaginative and prescient, imprisonment

On this windowless home,
Life is sort of a lonely shadow
However in my coronary heart hope is preserved
Ready for the second, the window is put in,
Mild is available in, dispelling the silence.