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My window of time

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My window of time

Looking through the lattice like grid                                                                             One pane springs forth the budding greens                                                                      flowering colors, an early sun so vivid                                                                              As seasons change, so the reflective scene                                                                        Viewing next pane but not quite the same                                                                    greener a child dives into watery sheen                                                                          to cool himself from the suns hot flame                                                                         As the next pane turns a little frosty,                                                                            greens leave for the coming golden and reds                                                                   A light rain dances on the lake, geese are lofty,                                                              as times change, yet wings of beauty are spread                                                         Icicles drip in the window, cold has returned                                                                    but the white shimmering lights remain                                                                       The woven snowflakes and a child turns                                                                         glides across the lake spins the last pane

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