Consider the window...
Window to the soul?
Window to the heart, perhaps?
Maybe the arched window!
Your chance to see the outside...
The window,
The fine line,
The tainted glass is a divider,
Separating you from the outside world.
As you peep through the transparent glass,
Things always look better on the other side.
Want to be free?
Open up your windows!
Lets the sun in!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem