I have knocked
And knocked and
Knocked on the
Door like a
Woodpecker tapping against
A pane of
Glass able to
See in yet
Unable to enter
Until one day
Someone knocked on
Mine telling me
That a window
Is not a
Tree it was
Then that I
Had been understood
And free to
Fly happily then
To a tree
So nice poem ☺️
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Thank you very very much.
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