#poemsforboredom
When one looks out a window
What do they see?
Birds,
The Sun,
clouds,
trees?
Well, when I look out the window,
I see
Freedom.
Everything is outside,
unrestricted,
open to
hurt,
love,
despair,
and hope.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC