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AJ

An eternity looking out a 

dirty rusting stained

window

A reflection of grey skies and flat fields

in my tired eyes

longing to see a dip or rise in the never changing landscape

or ocean 

or civilisation 

I bought new glass 

but rain looks the same 

i painted the wood

with colours bright and gay

but skies remain grey 

I oiled the locks,

but I never opened them

so I left the window

i walked to where I had always looked 

and though the clouds hung dully, the sun 

persevered 

the earth was alive 

i looked at the nature 

i saw youth, and age

maybe I saw a home 

 

  • Author: A.J (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2016 18:50
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 18
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Comments1

  • Zwitterion

    This was nice to read.

    • AJ

      Thank you



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