There is a beautiful world outside my window,
One I can see in my leisure,
Relining on a British armchair,
When the Sunday morning rays
Walk into my drawing room through the window pane.
I see the changing seasons
From green to a foray of colors
As the leaves turn golden,
In the peaceful quite autumn.
The Scandinavian cold wave rebounds my window
As I sit comfortably
in the warmth of my house
Watch out for the day,
For that, is the best thing to do now.
The vintage car parked right across the street
Charming women, who
Make me aspire more of youth;
The vibrant children
And all those, seem to be happily walking down the road.
There are no stories starvation, demise or oppression
outside my window,
And that seems fine,
A thing of beauty is joy nonetheless
For a man with vision, that goes as far as his window.
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