Staring Out My Window
The tree branches are waving at me
as I hear the whispers of the world
The lamppost's yellow light shines on the white powder
falling on the ground
Snow--so fresh and clean,
like an untouched canvas waiting to be painted on
This image I see while staring out my window--
peaceful, calm, but so empty.
where is my snowman?
This abandoned cold winter
breezy night reminds me
that life alone is
lonely.
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