The shades are down,
So my imagination cannot spring,
Like the time of year it is.
I have no ideas to think
For I cannot see what is outside.
I see a wall and shade
But no glass from the window.
But soon someone opens it up
Along with my imagination
So goodbye for now
For my imagination is set free
Or, I am really flying out and through the window.
A contest entry
- Anything. by tara wilson.
27000 points, ended October 22, 2009, 38 entries
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