Resltess eyes

Here I am,
Far east,
When everyone started calling it a night,
I am here,
Restless eyes,
Sitting by the window,
Gazing through the surroundings,
Wind blows gently brushing the curtains,
A thought of you snuck into my mind,
It formed a smile on my face,
And that’s the poem right there.

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