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FOGGED WINDOW

By Naz Öksüz

Looking through the fogged window

Remembering everything that has happened 

As a lonely tear of regrets, sorrows,loneliness, betrayals, separations 

Steadily follows a very neat path down your right cheek 

Remembering abandoned promises, empty words, meaningless touches… As you gloomily watch the christmas lights shimmering around the town, the snow is falling so slowly as if it is sharing your sadness with you 

As if it understands you, listens your silent screams, sees the wounded soul inside you 


Looking through the fogged window 

Just hoping that one day you might reattain the lost childhood innocence 

The innocence which made you believe even in the most absurd things 

The innocence that made you wait for the Santa to roll down from the chimney 

That made you bake chocolate chip cookies and prepared a warm milk just to make Santa happy 


Looking through the fogged window 

Just reminiscing about the times where the most stressing thing about the life was having your favorite christmas tree ornament missing 

The worry and excitement that came with picking up presents 

The chaos around the house while your mother was preparing the christmas dinner 

The snow always made you happy 

It always soothed you, understood you, listened to you 

The snow was always a messenger of the good times 

In the end it was the messenger of a wonderland that happened only once in a year 

In which everybody gets to forget about their problems and be free from all their responsibilities for once 

It was the messenger of a time where you could just be a child again, 

Where the most worrisome deal in your life could become opening up presents

Where even the chaos of the life becomes a little less stressing 

And laughter, excitements, happiness spreads all over the town 

It was the time that made hope bloom even in the loneliest hearts 

So you choose to not let your sadness get in the way of such a wonderful time 

You choose to believe in the snow once again, to bury all your problems into the white carpet 

You let the hope to blossom in your heart, soul, and mind one more time

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