The Little Window
~ Aadya
a little window, where i sit and gaze
as moonlight slips in, cloaked in a silver haze
each season spills a new tale on my floor-
sometimes laughter in petals,
sometimes sorrow at the door
this slender frame, so modest, so still
holds a world in pause, yet turns my quill
like a breathless page on which light softly leans
it paints my silence with shifting scenes
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