Unheard of 

I am in a box

Trapped between Windows

Through the sunlight, I see my reflection


In the dark

I can’t identify myself


I confuse my closed eyes with darkeness

I see her


To see her image imagined in her mind

Hoping the sunlight will bring it to life

But waiting for sunlight after reaching darkness is like waiting for a rose to regrow in the winter

Unheard of


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