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Last night, through the window

Last Night, through the Window

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard a train;

But I am far from the railway.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard a plane;

But I am far from the airport.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard a bus;

But I am far from the road.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard an owl;

But I am far from the woods.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard thunder;

But I am far from the storm.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard a horn;

But I am far from the city.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard the stars;

But I am far from the sky.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard the world;

But I am far from the world.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard the rustle

Of a blade of grass;

But I am far from the grass.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard the murmur

Of a quiet sports crowd;

But I am far from crowds.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard the hustle and bustle

Of commuters leaving work;

But I am far from work.

 

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard the bailiffs

Hammering on the house next door;

But I am far from next door.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard your voice.

I am not far from you;

But last night I was.

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Don Matthews

Sun 8th Mar 2020 23:37

Yes, interesting.....

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raypool

Sun 8th Mar 2020 23:02

Like an out of body experience, the window being a sort of link to reality as perceived in theory. Challenging.

Ray

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kimberly

Sun 8th Mar 2020 17:25

Interesting...

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