Reflection

From The Window

From The Window

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From the window I look through

To see the world I once knew.

The fresh cut grass and flower beds,

From lively blues to vibrant reds,

The sparkling light set on the grass

Would shift as the day would pass.

And there I’d sit, on the swing,

Listening to birds and wind chimes ring,

Each soft breeze was a relief,

Lifting rocks to find life underneath,

Chasing the bugs that flew around,

Climbing up trees high from the ground,

From afar they’d sway left and right,

This world was my favourite sight.

From behind this window I have stayed,

It’s been long since I’ve explored or played,

In this garden no more flowers grow,

Trees no longer wave “hello”,

Chimes don’t speak to me anymore,

Inside I sit, behind a locked door.

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