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Paniti Gulyani — Second prize, Year 11 What it takes to be a window
What it takes to be a window
what it takes to be a window, a speck of frosted glass, somewhere titled between interwoven belts of misty moments crusted with the crumbs of what was enduring the silkiness of what is
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what it takes to be a window, a speck of frosted glass, somewhere which bleeds bits of crimson clouds, with the evening sketched, upon the breast of fog-cloaked glass
what it takes to be a window a speck of frosted glass, somewhere laced with the saffron of yesterday’s dawn and upon fragile shoulders, there rests a string of Northern Stars
what it takes to be a window, to change color with the sky, to bear the wounds, chiseled by stars and to slowly bleed twilight
what it takes to be a window, to balance the quiver of uncertain shadows, which bear bracelets of raindrops upon slender wrists raindrops of a rain not yet here
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what it takes to be a window, to see what’s going on, yet to overlook it for there’s a patch of clouds framed with shooting stars over invisible eyes
what it takes to be a window, to bear the sliced shadows of smoldering seconds,
and when seconds smolder, I can inhale the rising stench of unspoken words
what it takes to be a window the only legacy of time
— Praniti Gulyani, Delhi Public School
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