THE CURTAIN THAT WHISPERS IN THE WIND
The curtain dances when there’s no breeze,Performing dramas with elegant ease.Sunlight pierces through its seams,Interrupting unfinished dreams. It hides the world, then peeks outside,A gossip dressed in fabric pride.At night it frames the passing glow,Of strangers only it may know. Wind arrives, it swells with flair,Like actors needing all the air.I pull it closed for…
