A little flower on the window sill

little flower

A gloomy day or a starry night I stare out through glassy eyes

I see and wonder what is the world like beyond the forbidden high

A doubt in my mind keeps popping up once in a while

Is this life good or just an illusion bright

The green meadows in the horizon call me with open arms

The cascading water of the stream sparkles with an enchanting charm

The murmur of the bees around makes a symphony of myriad sounds

The languid desultory donkey has no happiness bounds

As I see the carefree butterflies drifting in the wind

And smell the dulcet fragrance of the spring

I float into the ethereal world of exuberant felicity

Everywhere I see is serendipity and serendipity

Soon the penchant for a free life is engulfed in clouds of fear

Can I embrace the pain of wear and tear

The wind ripping me apart or the donkey munching me

The apathy of the bees or the brutality of the stream

Life is not always an incandescent halcyon

A placid river with resplendent sheen

It can slaughter dreams with a soundless shrill

Let me be a little flower on the window sill

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