This is my square on earth;
From windows as these
I see the world turn
Kaleidoscopic, into myriad colors.
Permeable these walls,
to the chirping of birds.
Sounds of human industry,
streaming through, affirming life.
Impervious, they stand
To disease, high wind and rain
Unrepentant and steady
True face of dignity
Microcosm of ideas
Transmitting to the horizon
Notes of a melodic song
Conveyor of an identity
A true sense of character
This is my square on earth
And I shall not relinquish it
For I live through it
And with it, shall end me.
From windows as these
I see the world turn
Kaleidoscopic, into myriad colors.
Permeable these walls,
to the chirping of birds.
Sounds of human industry,
streaming through, affirming life.
Impervious, they stand
To disease, high wind and rain
Unrepentant and steady
True face of dignity
Microcosm of ideas
Transmitting to the horizon
Notes of a melodic song
Conveyor of an identity
A true sense of character
This is my square on earth
And I shall not relinquish it
For I live through it
And with it, shall end me.
aptly describes how we tend to SEE life
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