Looking Out My Window Poem by Julie Smith
Looking Out My Window
My lover, where are you?
On a gentle summer evening
I see you in the greens of the trees
Imagining the lonely harbours
And the windmills that we fight
In the end it's all a nonchalant whisper
Of a life that we live
Apart from the roof tops
That we climb
Lighting candles on balconies
Thinking of the one
We'd like to share the cigarette with
That's still unlit
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4/24/2024 10:50:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
excellent Imagery and the yearning of the heart! the sentiment is just precious, Thinking of the one We'd like to share the cigarette with That's still unlit - touched at my heart! a beautiful poem that i will be adding to my favorite list! a beautciful concept written and captured beautifully!