window sills are for tired elbows to rest
and hungry eyes to feed
a place for flowers to grow
and flies to die
and for the wind to flow
through free
window sills are a place
to plug in and recharge
a platform to look outside
window sills are a forgotten thing
because somehow they lost their pride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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