window by Kalikala Smith As I watch from my window, a soft summer's dream, gleaming and weeping, as it seems. As I watch from my window, the harsh wind blows, snow falls down, and the earth is cold. As I watch from my window, spring's soft song, birds singing and the woods ringing. As I watch from my window, I could almost cry, for there is my life, passing me by. 09/08/1996 Posted on 04/11/2003 Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)