Curtain Tales

I am a curtain of ponderings
A silent admirer of pleasant tinklings
A lone bearer of gloomy happenings
 

Hanging onto the edges of hope 
Swaying to the moods of new folks 
I gaze at the world outside through the hazy window panes 
And stand as a witness to everyone inside with names. 
My stay here are numbered, so I enjoy each day like a bird, 
For when I am pulled down, I languish for eons in some dark cupboard.


Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don’t claim any of its rights.


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