Thoughts of the air. (Somewhat humorous)
By Channa
By the window, there I remain my thoughts went out of it again to join others in the air in the spirit of the atmosphere my thoughts conspire against me they ran away and are set free to compose their sweet poetry under the heavenly canopy thoughts of the air are gathered by angel wings, they're so many then later they return to me. So next time I sit by the window sill I will be quiet, I will sit still. Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 05:46 PM PST 0 • 10
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"By the window, there I remain..."