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Windows

Wandering back to a time
when windows were portals for dreaming....
life was rosy, each day an adventure....

huge classroom windows were always
more interesting than maths....

Miss would say I was a dreamer....
I was, still am....
Dreaming is deemed a wonderful occupation these days....
Bohemian Twilight 
Susan Piver 
I dreamed I could be a tool, a proponent for love..........
Namaste

Comments

somepinkflowers said…
oh
oh, sue,
i just woke up
from a dream
where i was peering out
of the attic window
of a house
i lived in long ago...


{{ trying to cypher
the meaning
now }}



always B the dreamer,
i say...
but
i would say this,
wouldn't i?
Unknown said…
lovely lovely.

"when windows were portals for dreaming"

perhaps that's what i hope to find when i peek out and feel swept up in something sweet.

we need more dreamers.
Carola Bartz said…
For me windows belong to the most lovely feature of a house. Big windows that open to a garden. I love to lie on the couch and look through the window at all the birds who come together at the feeders. And then I start dreaming... Ah, thank you for taking me there.
Ginny said…
Your post was so incredibly beautiful. Both your photography and words touched me. I felt as though I was reading a beautiful book.

I love windows. I was always looking out of them at school - it didn't matter if I was the student or the teacher. I couldn't help it, I loved to look out. Very few of my windows are covered. I need to be able to look out at nature and enjoy all there is to see.
Miss Robyn said…
when I was a child, I would sit at my desk in school, dreaming out the window. I still do.. and now it is called being in the present moment, meditating.. then it was called day-dreaming, wasting time.. not a good thing back then, apparently. but now I know better :)

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