A Beating Soul

As I lie in bed
watching the curtains
blow in and out like
a beating heart
I decide to get up
and close the window

As I get closer
my blood runs cold
and my heart beats faster

The window is already closed

poem by Dave Alan WalkerReport problemRelated quotes
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