A window partially open stands tall
in the house named my life
which says it all
You are given a peek into the world that has been left behind
littered with some forgotten memories
and some still carried along side
You witness the blossoming of a tale
which is not less than if not more than a fairytale
complete with a prince charming and demure nightingale
Alas! the fairytale still seeks its happy end
where two people live happily ever after and after
at the next bend
hope floats for the hope not to be broken
that is why the window is only partially open....
