In the shades and shadows,
almost at the end of the empty lane,
there is a woman in a window
who watches.
Her stare glares,
"I don't know you. You have no right to be here!"
For a fleeting snap, our eyes meet.
I wonder about her life, her past,
her family or lovers, her friends...
but then, she peers and jeers.
She won't let you in.
Staying at her window
than to venture into the warmth
of hello.
"Go away!" she mouths.
And we do.
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