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Book 8 Page 2
From my window
From my window an aeroplane flies past,
Or maybe I am mistaken and itís a bird way off in the distance.
From my window the moon shines in the east tonight,
but no, I think itís a street light.
From my window a star shines bright, and I think to myself;
"just how big and far away that star is?"
But then I realise itís not a star at all,
but a dew drop glistening of my window.
From my window things are not always what they seem.
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au 26/10/99 firstname.lastname@example.org