Out My Window
When my work is almost done,
I love watching the setting sun…
And the sky changing its costume,
From the window of my room.
Colours like yellow, orange or red,
I find them in the sky, evenly spread.
I watch the sun moving towards the west,
After the day’s work, as if wanting some rest.
Out of my window, there I see a public park;
It’s a meeting place for all, till it gets dark.
With their beloveds, some come to it rushing,
Trying not to be noticed, they appear blushing.
In it, I find many a flowering plant;
Me, with their flowers, they enchant.
Full with colours, shapes, and scents,
A stunning kaleidoscope it presents.
In it, I find birds of different crests,
Drawing swiftly towards their nests.
And their noise to everyone connotes,
A grand symphony of musical notes.
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