This is my Window; My window of world,
Where every one is busy and curled.
Wide oceans; it contains, no meaningless limitation.
Indefinite sky; it possess, no virtual end.
Network of roads; one leads to another, no destination.
Deep valleys and hills; different, yet supplement.
Orchards of tree; still, yet lively.
Whispers of beings; in motion, but empty.
Now its time to close my window and sleep.
And open another window, Window of my dream.
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