Office Windows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Office Windows



Sitting here thinking, wondering if Dr. L. ever actually
looks out one of the many windows of his office.
Experiencing the thrill of mother nature, awaiting
recognition from onlookers as she opens her arms to all
who embrace her.

(10: 39 a.m. - 10/28/13)

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