THE WITNESS
A lit
Cigar
On a crystal
Ashtray.
Dreams curl
Up
Unattained
Quiet reigns
Over
The scene
Time stands
Still!
A window
Is open
As though
For the
World
To peek...
Sunlight
Streams in
Bathing the
Silence.
Books on
Shelves
Sigh
Even as the
Curtains
Bellow
In the small
Wind
From outside!
No one
Has been
Here
No one
Will be.
For none
Can replace
The one
Stolen from
The scene.
The whiskey
Gleams
A rich hue
In the glass
From which
It was never
Sipped...
It can tell
The story
Of what really
Happened
In this
Library!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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