From the window I can see
Clear blue orange skies,
Sunshine all across the horizon,
The red roofs of the buildings,
The almost bare winter trees.
From the window I can hear
The continuous rapture of the bird,
The constant music it is making,
The way the whistle is breaking into
The stillness of the cold winter morning.
From the window I can smell
The rain that has wet the road,
The parched earth fumes rising up,
The crusting fallen leaves mushing up,
The wood burning and heating up.
This window is my little world
It makes me see feel and hear it all,
How much more do I need
My full life has been spent along side
This opening to the happiness outside.
I wrote this poem as I was waking up on New Years Day of 2023. Happy New Beginning for everyone.
Well penned, Rishika! Greetings!
Happy new year Rishika! Glad that you are so connected with the elements and find joy in little things of life. 🤗💐 Very inspiring. 💖
Happy New Year Rishika… I had a wonderful read, thank you.
Thank you so much
Thank you so much. I know little things are lovely
Thank you so much
Indeed they are 🙏🏻
Always welcome
Loved going through it ! Awesome 😎
It’s so nice seeing you pour out your heart through your pen 🖊️😊
It’s lovely to see you pour your heart through your pen 🖊️😊
Wish you a spectacular 2023! Loved your musings at the dawn of the new year! The simplicity with which you pen down profound thoughts makes your writings a satisfying read. Loved it!
Thank you so much Ambu, love you.
Thank you my dear.
Means a lot, you going through it. Love you.
Thank you.
Happy New Year! You have amazing insight that comes through your poetry.
Thank you so much and for your comment. It really means a lot.
That was a nice poem. Happy New Year!
Thank you so much
Happy new year to you too 🎉🎉
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