At the bay window I sit
Watching the show
The sun's rays catch the panes, each color telling it's own.
The green talks of trees, fallen, but living.
I wonder and marvel at new life on its own.
so real in this room it all seems to me..
Until, their last sigh escapes, .. and gives in to the gray..
It's as if the dark clouds had decided their day.
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
At the bay window I sit
Watching the show
The sun's rays catch the panes, each color telling it's own.
The green talks of trees, fallen, but living.
I wonder and marvel at new life on its own.
so real in this room it all seems to me..
Until, their last sigh escapes, .. and gives in to the gray..
It's as if the dark clouds had decided their day.
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