white curtains bellow from an open window
akin to a scene from a slow movie,
the villain has the hero cornered
who manages to escape out a window,
when the bad guy kicks the door
the drapes move wildly
the low streams of Brahms' cello
along with the wind whistling noisily
calms the atmosphere down to a reverie
while the veil ripples gently.
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