We look at the world
Through a window
It spirals and turns
Hard to pin down
At times it dances fast
Which makes our hearts thump
Then it settles
And we brood
Make it spin again
She squeals
We dare not open the door
People creep
On the steps and the stairs
We always keep the keys
In the lock
Not everyone can be our friend
The afternoon drifts by
In a smokey haze
We like the silence
It is like a blanket
Preparing us for sleep
Such is the wonder
Of a parallax.
Ha, I had to look up parallax. An interesting point of reference. The dancing world......the quiet rooms.......I like the silence too.
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