Window

I can see the dying trees

And the blooming flowers,

The strikes of lightening 

And the drizzling rain. 

All through my window I can see these things. 

 

I can see the working bees

and the falling leaves, 

The wide smiles

And the highway lanes. 

All through my window I can see these things. 

 

Yet, my eyes sometimes trick my heart.

Sometimes, my heart may trick my eyes. 

So that the lightening of others

May seem like rays of sunshine,

And the storm in my thoughts

may seem like drizzling rain,

So that I can not prevent the flooding in my brain. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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