From My Tiny Window 

From my tiny window, I
Gaze outward towards the sky.
Looking at the gathering black,
And wonder, does it ever gaze back?
The blackened night, the moon and stars,
I ask them questions from afar,
And behind my window I’m concerned;
Do they ever whisper in return?

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