Windows, a Guest Poem

A man in Esfahan gave me this poem, unsolicited, and asked me to put it on my website. Here it is:

People tell me that windows
Don’t have feelings or a heart
But when the glass of a window
Is steamed up
And I’m writing with my finger on it
The words “I love you”
Then the window panes start to cry!!!

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