The Window of the Soul

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There’s a cold wind blowing

through the cracks of the windows,

under doors their fingers reach out,

curl themselves around your ankles

and travel through your bones

‘til their chill has settled in your soul.

Even though your eyes can see the light

of the moon hanging, forlorn in the sky,

its rays offer no comfort, its silver beauty deficient

and you turn away from the window

where relief cannot be found.