By the windowsill...
She sat every day.
Same time, same place
eager for the transformation
that always took place.
Here, in this tiny nook
was a world of imagination
which real life had took.
In an instant,
even before she knelt to sit
All her fears fled away,
it is such a cozy fit.
It is here
by the windowsill
that she could hang on to hope
and remember to cope....
Same time, same place
eager for the transformation
that always took place.
Here, in this tiny nook
was a world of imagination
which real life had took.
In an instant,
even before she knelt to sit
All her fears fled away,
it is such a cozy fit.
It is here
by the windowsill
that she could hang on to hope
and remember to cope....