Windows are closed
Curious Lily has it wide open
Though the wind was foreign
And the feeling was not barren
She went and opposed
The sun’s endeavor was resting
An ever glorious twilight
It’s light touching the evergreen
Its rumors forever deeming blight
No tales whatsoever returning
A whisper from a wisp
Dusk was still gleaming
Lily leaned out with caution
Clearing her vision
She made ...