from the window (part 1)

From this window I see
Poetry
Trees, houses so far
Buildings are blessings to my eyes
And if I turn down to the avenue
I feel like dizzy
Delightfully dizzy
Poetic dizziness on the horizon
Verses in colours
Words are few
The sudden silence becomes key
And the rest is poetry.
( Betty Nishi / June, 2006 )