So many windows, I walk past
each day, from different directions,
towards different destinations...
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An interesting survey of the human desire for anonymity… perhaps it’s tight spaces that create closed doors.
Some interesting characters and prospects for neighbours, we may know or never bother to know. Perhaps we need to start with 'Hello'.
Your curiosity is shared by many, but not many would be able to describe it so beautifully. Good work by a pair of keen, observant eyes and a thoughtful mind.
A very true observation, we remain strangers to almost all the people who make their homes near ours. It is a phenomenon of modern life when even children play alone in the electronic village and not on the streets
Oh! Poetess they have afraid. In each window you'll see a pair of eyes trying to hide! ! ! ! Why? I dont know. Mine are opens all day! ! ! !
an extremely sensitive piece of work. truly we live till the end with strangers.
How true this is! It's right to say, but nobody knows how others actually live their lives, and it's something that I've thought about on occasions, Very well written! Well done x
A very beautiful poem 10+. Had reasons to think like this but never had the words to express it as beautiful as you've done. I tip my hat!
wow! this is a great poem. it reveals much about your thoughts. o how wandering are the wonderings of poets! vivid imagery. the beauty lies when one's sight sees not the window itself, but what is revealed on the other side. Much light and love!