The Old Window

The Old Window

The Old Window

I gaze through the old window,
Witness to one hundred years,
Its wavy panes of glass framed by crumbling wood,
A portal through which the seasons pass,
And prisms of light reflect the march of time.
The voices from the past, those who have looked through this window before, sing to me,
Be grateful,
Time is so short,
Drown yourself in every moment of life.
Dare to truly live, feel the pain, the joy.
Look through the window and drink in the light.


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