You stayed always in the house,
And when the sun casted its shadow
In the shape of a cloud,
You would rest eyes closed behind a
Curtain on the couch, with no
Trouble in your eye, and no trouble in your mind.
Then like a day, a brief number of days,
A clarity came, and the
Clouds of your mind seeped into your eyes,
And all that was seen was what wasn't before.
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