I looked out the train window,
And oh what a view.
I looked out the bus window,
It was the very same too.
I looked out the window,
So very and awesomely big.
I looked out the window,
When the weather was bleak.
But I never looked,
At my soul's window.
I never did admit,
That the main part of me,
To see I did not permit.
I asked my self why.
I let out a loud cry.
Then I found the me,
The true me.
When I looked out,
Of the window of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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