I look out through the window pane,
and the sky is coming down.
Flakes flutter to the ground like ashes after flames,
but it is cold.
Fog clouds the edges of the glass
and bits from the heavens come together like a puzzle and blanket the ground.
A world of white forms outside my window
and I am lost in what I see.
I leave the classroom behind and venture out into the world.
Not long after I have stepped through through the glass,
the bell rings and I am consumed once more by reality.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
I look out through the window pane,
and the sky is coming down.
Flakes flutter to the ground like ashes after flames,
but it is cold.
Fog clouds the edges of the glass
and bits from the heavens come together like a puzzle and blanket the ground.
A world of white forms outside my window
and I am lost in what I see.
I leave the classroom behind and venture out into the world.
Not long after I have stepped through through the glass,
the bell rings and I am consumed once more by reality.
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