In twilights gone
Truth fades like some
Antique paint, unsuited
To the impatient light
We deal with nowadays.
Still, a window
Is a window.
exiles child
Poems
In twilights gone
Truth fades like some
Antique paint, unsuited
To the impatient light
We deal with nowadays.
Still, a window
Is a window.
exiles child 
Impressive writing!
Thank you.