From My Window

This is about what I see from my window. The world, the people. But it's important that one thing is absolutely clear: The landscape changes everyday, and sometimes, more than once. Or maybe, my eyes change...

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Sometimes I see a poem. 

Sometimes I see a street. 

The street comes from me. 

It leads the words I see 

To the world where you all live. 

Sometimes I just don't see...

The street is dead and gone.

There's no way I can go

Back to the place I call my own.