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He shut
that window once more,
it’s draught of cold
got in between the
blanket layers
and numbed
the extremities: the feeling
of warmth
that he longed to keep.
Now the closed window
(barrier-like)
holds everything away;
the fallen brown leaves,
flutter of birds,
flakes of snow gusts
on the wind with
chill and ice
stay
outside
if only for a little time.
Maybe it should always
be that way.