Poetry – Content

Blue skies framed perfectly in my window.
My rainbow crystal catching the sun in such a way i’ve got my very own light show.
High up here on the 16th floor, birds flying past, white clouds, it’s fine weather.
Wrapped up in my blanket warm and content.
I wish all morning were like this, nowhere to go, in the great hurry this is rare when you live in a city.

Hjsa

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