Life is a contained existence <br /> <br />that each person solely owned <br /> <br />sharing it with others is a choice <br /> <br />like peeping through the window <br /> <br />could help decide whether or not <br /> <br />to open the door for relations <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Looking through <br /> <br />one sees the panprama <br /> <br />that shows loveliness or malice <br /> <br />the world has possessed <br /> <br />as it displays the sceneic realities <br /> <br />of the human existence <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Our hearts too mimic <br /> <br />the opening of a pane <br /> <br />when it dares to venture <br /> <br />as its feeling bests for love (or hate) <br /> <br />upon reckoning of freedom <br /> <br />through the windowpane<br /><br />Marvin Brato Sr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windowpane/
