Cool, refreshing is the glass against my cheek, my nose
As I press my vigilant visage to the pane.
A deep, dancing blue that is reflected in my eyes,
And which my eyes reflect to the sky.
A sweet, swirling solid mist of darkness that ripples and whirls,
Foams and curls, twists and twirls.
And each sharp blade of grass pierces my eye
But together they create soft, gentle, rolling hills
That taste so sweet to my body.
And each flower is a color of feeling, of emotion,
Orange, yellow, blue,
Wild, happy, sad.
A tree stands tall,
Tall and strong,
Its leaves dancing lightly in the breeze.
Outside is inside,
Inside is outside,
I am the window pane.
My window painted me.
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