Looking Back

When you look back at when those pictures were taken, it seems they were just a window of

Time.

doesn't care about friends or

Connecting.

with others is usually

Temporary.

things should not be missed

Treated.

by sweets, buts it's time to move

On.

the day we meet and the day we leave doesn´t

Matter.

of fact, each window is glass because we see right through

It.

is full of people, places and things but keep in mind that this house is

Full.

Lee stocked with windows of time.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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