A green clue

The window told stories
in the steamy hour
Reflected a moment
dressed in green
A man following a rocky strain
of to a place to start living
The free life
from the rest of the world
He knows such a place
But will never share it’s words
stories have another task
in this man’s mind
He’ll put endlessly prints
in a foggy windows shine
Affections of his kind
Small clues to the ones who cares
Look into the window
to see if he has been there



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