I always look out the window as soon as I
the occasion.
staring
and I wonder.
I look outside,
and look inside.
misleading appearance
leaves me a foot back.
projectile While my body elsewhere,
my mind is hidden
sly and silent
in the labyrinths of an unexplored path.
Looking out,
perhaps
he will dawn in the fog of this landscape.
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