The window is a bridge to memories

 The city is made
 of gray concrete .
The city of gray houses.
I look out the window.
What do I see there?
Gray houses ?
Gray asphalt roads?
I raise my
 eyes to the sky.
What do I see there?
Clouds are
 floating in the sky .
The clouds are
 like mountains .
I look out the window .
Remembering the mountains.
I will remember the sea .
The sea is the color
of a blue sky.
Mountains with a snow cap.
The snow caps
of the mountains,
how they look like
 the clouds that are
 now visible
from my window.
The window is
a bridge to memories,
if that's what you want.


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