
Looking through a window
What do you see?
Is it life or death?
Flowers or bees?
Heaven or hell?
Poorly or well?
Looking through a window,
What do you see?
Every glance,
Something new to see.
Looking at the sky?
Or the ground.
Did something drop by?
Or move around?
Looking through a window,
What do you see?
Looking through a window,
Where will it lead?
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