Delusion!

I hear a silent cry
in my new cottage.
The window panes murmur,
The roofs don’t leak,
The wind blows fearless.

At night
I stand near my windowsill
And watch
Those chiseled shadows
Dance in rhythm.
Their sweet scent
Seducing me.
Hollow eyes ,piercing me.

At the break of dawn
I wake up to
The sun stained window panes.

Blur in memory,
Drugged by daylight,
I often listen to the frozen air;
Yearning for the sun to set.
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