I stare enchanted out of the fogged window.
Teardrops roll down its smooth transparent surface,
crying for the warmth of the sun.
Old edifices stretching toward the sky,
reaching with arms out high above,
waving under the pitter patter of the misty morning's face.
I am afraid to go outside.
To leave the window alone in its misery.
Deep blue eyes search for glowing glory that never arrives.
Sidewalks stained with icy slopes.
I am called away and I comply,
in the chill of the angry winter's sky.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
I stare enchanted out of the fogged window.
Teardrops roll down its smooth transparent surface,
crying for the warmth of the sun.
Old edifices stretching toward the sky,
reaching with arms out high above,
waving under the pitter patter of the misty morning's face.
I am afraid to go outside.
To leave the window alone in its misery.
Deep blue eyes search for glowing glory that never arrives.
Sidewalks stained with icy slopes.
I am called away and I comply,
in the chill of the angry winter's sky.
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