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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

By the window

I stood by the window,
saw the wind go
through the leaves
of the trees
in the garden.
Smiling at the world
I had seen through the pane,
I remembered again.
I stood by the window,
wished the wind to go
far away
not to play
with my soul
anymore.

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