I look out through my window,
I hear shadows call my name,
I look beyond the horizon,
Through this clear glass pane.
Picture frames in windowpanes,
Watching life pass you by,
The ground you stand on is motionless,
But you’re shifting from where you stand.
Your life flashes before you,
Just as it’s about to end,
But you haven’t caught up with life yet,
Because you’ve done nothing but watch empty picture frames,
Pass by on the other side of this windowpane.
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- Prewrites From Only Children At Allpoetry by Violinstrings.
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this is wonderful about life and the way you see it.
good job
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