Perched upon a windowsill

Perched upon a windowsill
I find my niche
Between mother nature and background voices belonging to strangers
I sit

I wonder about the air trapped between the double panes of glass
                                                            Stuck

I find comfort in being an observer
Seeing those come and go outside
Hearing their whispers and sighs

Perched upon a windowsill
I find my niche
Between mother nature and background voices belonging to strangers
I write

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