| Wind and window flower by Robert Frost |
and listen to the love of these
she a window Flower,
and he a Winter breeze
when the frosty window
was melted down at noon
and the caged yellow bird
hung over her in tune
he marked her through the pane
he could not help but mark
and only passed her by
to come again at dark
he was a winter wind
concerned with ice and snow
dead weeds and unmated birds
and litle of love could know
but he sighed upon the sill
he gave the sash a shake
as witness all within
who lay that night awake
perchance he half prevailed
to win her for the flight
from the firelit looking glass
and warm stove window light
but the flower leaned aside
and thought of naught to sasy
and morning found the breeze
a hundred miles away
It showed that the window flower did not take notice of poor wind. I pitied the winter wind as his love for the window flower was not taken to any notice and he must have left feeling resigned and very sad. I learnt to be more aware of others' feelings and to be more sensitive with people around me. We will never know if we had hurt a person's feelings deeply.
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