Window Ledge

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I sit on top
A window ledge
Thinking to myself

We work amongst ourselves
Oblivious to the world
We could see

I sit on top
A window ledge
Looking to the outside

My work has been done
My teacher has not realized
For I am quiet, a wallflower

I sit on top
A window ledge
The last of the snow lays over our school's plain roofs

The only sound
One can hear in this silent classroom
Is the patient and consistent pitter-patter of fingers meeting laptop keyboards

I sit on top
A window ledge
With beautiful silence
As my music





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heathercorinne2012 said...
Jan. 20, 2009 at 1:50 am
i like the repitition, and the ending. its a good poem.
 
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