Head glued to the window sill
Nature imaginations did fulfill....?
The trees,
The breeze,
Passing me.
None stop to
Acknowledge me.
Everyone is in their own mind
Grasping their own kind
Enjoying their own find.
Nothing bothers my peace
I'm just calm and pleased.
Stations just went by,
I am not going to lie..
But this is what happiness feels like
Sitting just taking in the site..
Being in your own mind.
~kpkhatri
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A Blue Feeling
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