Through an open window
I can feel the breeze,
of a gentle wind
blowing through the trees.
From whence you came
and where do you go,
are fleeting questions
that I'd like to know?
Can I go with you
as you make your way,
across this land of ours
on this summery day?
Will you bear me up
will you give me wings?
Will you dazzle me
with the million things,
that a man might see
if he went with you,
Carried high aloft
against sky's of blue.
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