A Window From My House
A window from my house shows far of places,
which makes me see trench and traces.
As the morning sun falls,
the voices of animals calls.
The sky asks for the flight ,
which makes the morning more delight.
The voices of the small players ,
bring the evening layers.
The joy & fun fills in air,
as everyone plays in pair.
Now it comes the time of sunset,
which makes me quite upset.
The hill gets filled with snow,
as the joy full wind blow.
In the brightness of night,
the snow flakes look bright.
The road gets filled with snow ,
which makes the life quite slow.
It makes old a toy ,
and feeling of playing in cold makes me enjoy.
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