Looking through a window I saw this guy,
Who's very handsome, gentle, and kind,
But not a single glimpse of him I get.
He's just staying in a room like cage nothing to do but to listen,
Listening in the things that murmurs in his mind,
Like butterflies flying in the air of glory.
Then I stared for a while in the window watching him again,
Another guy noticed a glimpse of hope staring directly,
But the guy I aspired to was behind.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
