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Book 8 Page 2

From my window

From my window an aeroplane flies past,

Or maybe I am mistaken and it’s a bird way off in the distance.

From my window the moon shines in the east tonight,

but no, I think it’s 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 it’s 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 dominicj7@poetry.net.au