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My Window Tells a Story

My window tells a story.



Soft pale sky kisses the tree tops



Golden waves brush the green shore.



As it tickles the copious waves,



The window serves as a barrier



Between reality and dreams.



Flowers reach out towards the open sky,



Stretch their long slender necks.



Their soft pillows of color open up



Let the warm summer sun soak in,



Rays replenish,



Life sprints to catch up.



My window tells a story



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