Second Story WindowA Poem by Tenten
I know the view from this second story window
As winter moves to spring
Summer gives to fall
The trees spinning green
Soon to be set by looks of flame
Barren gray arms reaching
To the passerby’s on gravel paths
Little white stones and green grass
How the scene gives in to red houses and
An area of homes to the unknown
Flowing into the empty hills risen above roof tops
I know the rest of town sits beneath
The second story view of a broken window
I've grown fond of this seat
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Added on October 23, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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