Here's again the window,
Where nobody sleep.
Maybe they're drinking wine, or
Maybe they're simply sitting.
Or maybe they two can't break
The union of their hands.
Then I decided to go to my photos and find the first photo with a window in it. It turned out to be this one, taken in Singapore:
I wonder what would that poem have turned out like if she had been looking at these. Would it have been much different or pretty much the same?