Like Children for Sun

I'm sitting at my window,

It's hot,

Everyone on the block awaits for the wind to blow,

Blue skies,

Clear minds,

Letting my words form and flow,

As if in labor,

Words are born and prepared to go,

Leave the nest,

Where all my emotions rest,

Happy or torn; these stages we all know,

Sun spreads love on the grass,

My face through the glass,

Untill the clouds pass,

The gloom hovers over me,

The sun must come back fast,

And love on the earth a bit more and hopes for it to last,

Impatient glares and stares with the sky,

Till it cracks a smile,

And then the sun comes,

And entertains my inner child.


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