window

On November 16, 2015
a poem by [nia]

The gleaming window makes my view perfect, my view of the sun setting into the ocean. I see my reflection on the window, pink from the sun. All my cares melt away, and I sit in my chair. Looking out my window, I feel alive. I close my eyes and feel the sand between my toes, I feel the sweet rays of the sun, and hear the waves of the water. I open my eyes and stare out the window. I see what I felt, but the sun is almost gone. Now, I wait for the stars.

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