An outlet to the magic world Through which we see wonder We see what we oblige to see You like , it doesn’t matter. Passing by the road is a gal As if come from nowhere A bunch of roses in hand For whom, it doesn’t matter. A quarrelling couple riding His face is red with anger She crying on the way For what, it doesn’t matter. A mother and her cute child Smiling and giggling always Happy for no reason at all You know, it doesn’t matter.
Poet’s note – “If it’s reality you want, I suggest you look out the window.”― Peter Stamm, All Days Are Night
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3 Comments on "Windows"
‘Nice’ take on windows.
Beautiful poem. If we look out side through our windows , we can see many sight s which we never cared. You portrayed it beautifully.
A beautiful thought, and an interesting one at that! Keep writing!