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The Window

By Cinara

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

The Window Sitting by my window Watching moments passing by With every season bringing forth New life , new earth, new sky With every dawn, I am bestowed A harvest I can reap Of beauty etched within my eye For memories to keep Each season of my life I see While sitting there to view Sweet nature framed by window panes Each picture fresh and new On window sill in powdery snow A blue jay in the cold Turns his head and looks into The window of my soul Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 11:07 PM PST   0 • 10

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