A pane of glass separates
me from the out there.
I gaze and imagine
what lies beyond.
The cold keeps me inside,
but my mind walks
for miles in the storm.
A pane of glass separates
me from the out there.
I gaze and imagine
what lies beyond.
The cold keeps me inside,
but my mind walks
for miles in the storm.
WillowBear Musings 
Oo, this has me in love and in touch with the amazing power of drifting in the imagination!
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Thank you!! I wrote it while staring out my living room window and watching the snow fall. I realized that I’ve been a window person ever since I was a kid.
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