My Window Tells a Story

November 12, 2012
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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