Wind beats
Against the cold glass
Of a lonesome window.
With rage
And great frustration
Shooting everywhere.
The glass
Shivers in terror
Upon each harsh blow.
Right there,
Half-inside, half-out;
Imprisoned by walls.
Given
No other choices,
But to protect me...
The Glass
© Copyright: Марина 22, 2010
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