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If the Beach is what represents my Life, then I would name the ocean as my Feelings and the seashells as my Poems.

WINDOW

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by LaxmiBhargaviGolla

by LaxmiBhargaviGolla

Looking through the window,
The sky out there is calling,
Asking me to fly somewhere far.

These trees are moving gently
As if they are cheering for me.
A little butterfly flies across saying, hi,
This wind wipes my tears dry.

Looking through this window, I see,
Everything is smiling at me,
And so I smile back.

—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla