13 March 2013

Sitting on a chair, Looking out a window, Thinking about everything, Wondering what my life had to show.

I wish I could feel the wind, But I watch it go through the trees, Stirring every flower, With its evening breeze.

I see the flowers start to bud, The tulips yellow and red, I want to go outside so much, But stay inside is what my mother said.

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