The man in the window can see
The lines shared between you and me.
He sits and continues to wait,
Determining our proposed fate.
We look and glimpse a silhouette,
Retrace and conclude no one met.
Hindered safety, a lowered trait
Determining our proposed fate.
There every morning and all night,
On and off, a peculiar sight;
Providing a still, heavy state,
Determining our proposed fate.
The lives we live, so envious,
Shows a cover of greediness.
The man, who stares with eyes that hate,
Determining our proposed fate.
[Poem is a Kyrielle...Rhyme scheme is aabB, ccbB, ddbB, eebB.]
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