Windows without curtains, bare and wide,
Reveal the lives we often hide.
No veils to soften the truth within,
Only glass that knows where shadows begin.

The child who dreams by the open pane,
Drawing stars with fingers against the rain.
Her hopes hang there for the world to see,
Fragile threads of unspoken plea.

The lovers who whisper in candle’s glow,
Their joy a flame that the night might blow.
A tender moment, an exposed embrace,
Unshielded hearts, time cannot erase.

The...