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When you leave the window open
Of your heart,
A gust may find the way in
To disarray
All that you have,
Uncover for a moment
A hidden treasure
Or a scar.
But it allows you
To breathe in the past,
Keeps you out of suffocation,
Lights up your room with sunshine,
Stirs the fragrance
That you hold within.
With some moments of discomfort
Should you think of closing the window
And let the darkness grow?
Get stifled by the toxic fumes
Of the fire smoldering in your heart?
Or would you let the window be
The way it is, unless it’s a storm? |
