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As I look by my windows,
Reflecting by the mirror, are only but shadows.
Sunny sunshine, slightly covered by branches,
As I hear birds sings happily, oh so bless.
I sit by my side,
My always companion, but even nice, it sometimes hide.
Always find myself surrounded,
A colorless one, in the thin air perfectly blended.
I once, look around,
Then start to count my fingers one by one.
Oh it's almost afternoon,
So much crowd in this balloon, hope they may see the fullmoon soon.
By khrince
Your good in writing you should write more and keep it up.