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Peter Cheng Poem
Looking out the windowpane
through worlds of cloud and shine
familiar impulses through my nerve
a feel of excitement, a feel of sorrow.
Beauty and grace found in all
today I looked out my windowpane
I saw rains, clouds, grass and trees
tender emotions floods my face
sentiments of past brings me memories
delightful, yet distant
oh how I wish to see my yesterday
feel the feeling of childhood
pure excitement being a part of it
rain, clouds, grass and trees
Now I reach for that past, that breeze, that happiness
Only to hit adulthood
A barrier stood before me
The barrier grows larger
As I grow bigger
Until only memories remain of a certain past,
of a certain child playing under
the rain, clouds, grass and trees
Copyright © Peter Cheng | Year Posted 2011
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