Out of the Window

         

Looked out of the window

In dismay being alone

Came a gust of wind

On my face blown.

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The high hills

The green trees

Singing birds

Over the hill alone.

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I too wish there

But don’t have heart

When to go

How to start?

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The day my youth comes

Way will be mine

And  I will live

In my own homes.

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Today no!

Tomorrow yes!

I will be there

I will be there.