In my cozy home, the windows stand tall,
Guardians of stories, big and small.
They welcome the sun's warm embrace,
And frame the moon's tranquil grace.
With each passing day, they silently witness,
The joys, the sorrows, the moments of bliss.
Simple yet profound, in their quiet repose,
They paint pictures of dreams that endlessly flow.
Through them, I see the world's gentle sway,
In their presence, worries drift away.
A hundred tales they hold within,
In the windows of my soul, life begins.!!π€
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