it gave me a feeling
i'd never find out
i'd never really know
it was the presence of something that wasn't there
something that could have given me any image
through my window-sill
but it decided on a plain view of white
it was laughing at me
at my confused look.
i didn't know what to do or say
i just blankly looked throw the glass
i kept it close when the frost melted off the morning due
and the sun took the place of the white
it was friends with some orange
and i didn't blink once
when everything came to view
the seasons changed
and my past was winking when the night came back
and the moon sung me to sleep
God does exist
only an artist could give you something like that
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