The window
An interface between Two worlds Inside looking out it feels longing Outside looking in It knows yearning Brightened by the Sunshine Clouded by the fog of Our breath The window sometimes wished it could be a Doorway Letting all pass freely from one world to the Next Despite the doorway often dreaming to someday become a Window Just wishing to be seen And finally embrace The yearning from within
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