Window Poem by Ravens Bud

Window



Consider the window...
Window to the soul?
Window to the heart, perhaps?
Maybe the arched window!

Your chance to see the outside...

The window,
The fine line,
The tainted glass is a divider,
Separating you from the outside world.
As you peep through the transparent glass,
Things always look better on the other side.

Want to be free?
Open up your windows!
Lets the sun in!

Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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