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A View

I stood beside a window not my own
A glorious perch from where before me stretched
outside a fortunate friends most lovely home
the finest sight that nature ever etched

I marvelled at horizons far beyond
and every wonder between the here and there
and with a gasp of breath that filed my lungs
could do no more than stop in place and stare

the lights that blinked and glittered through the city
the white tips of the mountains stretched behind
every inch so fine and pure and pretty
that even now it haunts my waking mind

I turned towards my friend to offer envy
that they were blessed to see this sight each day
and with a start I realised with amazement
their focus was turned carelessly away

In that moment I came to a decision
That of the many things I'll someday do
One mistake I never plan on making
Is live too long in somewhere with a view

For life is filled with wonders beyond question
and sights that in your heart always remain
and few things are more tragic than the moment
when a thing of beauty shifts to be mundane.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 11/29/2016 10:14:00 AM
Wow, this was so beautiful and ended on such a sad note. But you are correct, what beauty we see may have become mundane to another because of other trials of life that fade its view. Really nicely done Danielle. The cadence is smooth and the rhymes spot on.
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Danielle Humphreys
Date: 12/4/2016 11:47:00 AM
Thanks Chris. It really is a shame how people stop seeing the beauty around them. Glad you enjoyed.
Date: 11/29/2016 10:02:00 AM
Bravo, Danielle! (I think you are right.)
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Danielle Humphreys
Date: 12/4/2016 11:46:00 AM
Thanks Doug :)

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