i shall miss the wind outside
how it feels
when i am inside a room
encased inside
a glass window
and a door that must remain closed
because it is
needed...
i shall miss the sound of the city
and i shall miss you
but for the meantime i must find
joy
in the flower by my window kissed by
a butterfly that merely
passes by....
no one stops here, everyone leaves...
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