In the Window
Hurting and wilting.
Silent.
Indifferent.
Boring and never moving.
I am a flower on a windowsill.
People are kind to me.
But I am lonely.
Because flowers don’t have friends.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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