when night slips quietly into morning
\nshe does not whisper
\nher arrival
\nwho was awaiting always
\noutside my window, the moist breeze
\nwhich will not stop the moving curtains
\nand will not let dryness of my throat be hidden
\ni am in wait here, once again
\nstars are witness
\nto the serenity that prevails
\noutside my house now<\/p>\n
the doors have been eaten away by termites
\nand the windows panes are broken
\nbut the rod on which once curtains hung
\nis still there,<\/p>\n
is still there<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
when night slips quietly into morning she does not whisper her arrival who was awaiting always outside my window, the moist breeze which will not stop the moving curtains and will not let dryness of my throat be hidden i am in wait here, once again stars are witness to the serenity that prevails outside … <\/p>\n