Such Fragile Panes

It is such a curious thing
To look out the window at a dream
Discarded leaves playfully swirling
Summoning nymphs and wizards, it seems
Clouds rolling in a dragonlike way
The flap of their wings making trees sway
All that stands between you and the blast
Is a mere sheet of invisible glass
Yet why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe
By things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave

Photo by Tarik Haiga on Unsplash

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