There’s something about a window.
Just standing there, arms crossed, looking out.
Or leaning against the window frame.
No need for exaggerated prose
To describe the calm, the mesmerizing affect,
Of staring out a window.
There’s something about a window.
Just standing there, arms crossed, looking out.
Or leaning against the window frame.
No need for exaggerated prose
To describe the calm, the mesmerizing affect,
Of staring out a window.
