Small Windows

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    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    Small Windows
    Through two small windows, I watched and saw,
    all simple things pass by, large and small.
    I smiled just to see anothers face light up,
    I talked, I sang, just so silence wouldn't interrupt.

    Then one night I went to sleep and entered a dream,
    when I woke I couldn't move, in my mind I scream.
    You couldn't hear me, as you wondered what was wrong,
    you cried and shook me, then declared I was gone.

    We took a ride, you placed me alone in here,
    watching you walk away and I couldn't shed a tear.
    Days slipped into nights, that last forever,
    inside I prayed, I wept, pushing and pulling every lever.

    Wanting to reach out, give some sign I was there,
    force a smile, laugh one note, just to show I still care.
    Look in my eyes, see me, save me, as I fall,
    please, just peer deep into the windows, through which I saw..

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    sammia commented on Small Windows

    05-24-2010

    Love the flow and the wording. The window is a great idea. Great write. Look in my eyes, see me, save me, as I fall, please, just peer deep into the windows, through which I saw.. This is my favorite part of this piece great job
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    Grito commented on Small Windows

    03-25-2009

    A look outside, to seek what we should all see inside!
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    joanlorraine commented on Small Windows

    02-15-2009

    I like the windows!!!
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    crossguided commented on Small Windows

    02-14-2009

    I like the idea of the poem but the story gets a little boring for the reader.
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    EvilEyes commented on Small Windows

    02-14-2009

    Great poem!
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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