The un-level ground distorts my vision,
As I examine the weather through the pane.
A Window keeps the wind at bay,
Compared to it this house seems like a prison;
Inside, what is there to gain?
To learn is not to break but to sway,
The strains of grass teach night and day.
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Exploring the Mind
PoesieFooling around with the mind, your amazed at what you can find! Your existence is a goldmine of experiences.
