#BareWindows
**Bare Windows**

In the hush of dawn’s embrace,
Where whispers of night still linger,
Bare windows stand, their stories traced,
By the fingers of the wandering singer.

Through glass unshuttered, dreams take flight,
Hope spills forth, a golden stream,
Each pane a portal to the light,
Each crack a canvas for what might seem.

Shadows dance in quiet anticipation,
Memories flit like moths...