The window
Raindrops making tracks
Treacled air
The window
Blurs peoples faces
Just shadow
Hospital
Spat me right on out
‘Good luck now’
Tom Chaplin
Sings my feelings, keen
Under iron seas
Written for W3 prompt
haiku
In focus
Focused, we fade in
Oblivious to white noise
Silence, like music
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