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I want the same feeling you get when you're sat in a window seat over looking the countryside,
The trees, the meadows, the fields,
The river that's hidden out of view.
The sun is setting,
bathing everything in it's golden glow,
It's warmth touching my cheeks so softly.
A breeze coming in through the crack in the window,
The clinks of a wind chime heard,
Coming from nowhere in particular.
A glass lays besides me,
Like a stain glass window it projects the suns rays onto the wall,
The light there dancing.
I wish to be here,
To live here,
To encompass this gentle comfort.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
