• the window
    its special
    to me
    no one else can see
    what i see
    though
    the window
    out any other
    the world is clear
    crystal blue
    cotton clouds
    leafy willows
    but out
    the window
    its different
    i see it all
    on fire
    bombs gliding
    bricks smashing
    smoke curling
    dust dying
    out
    the window
    i see
    what things
    will one day be
    out
    the window
    i know
    what the others
    forgot to show