I wish this room had a skylight
I could see the changing colours outside
From the structured staleness inside
Watch the beautiful chaos outside
Changing seasons, changing times
A different hue in the colour of the sky
To tell the story of each new day
From the still and empty corners inside
Into the living breathing vastness outside
I wish this room had a skylight
Like a bird my dreams could fly.
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Beautiful poem. Clever use of words. Your poem flies.