Birds at My Window

The sun rises from the mountains in the east and falls back to sleep with the hills in the west, yet the birds at my window never fret.

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NOTE: I'm new at this, and by "this" I mean writing a poem and making it public without overthinking it. I wrote this bit a few days ago, if I am correct, and intrusivity won after telling me to post it so here you have it folks!!
Tell me what you think, what you liked or what you didn't (constructive criticism is always appreciated) leave a comment and a vote and... enjoy :)
P.S: I do not own any of the pictures used, all rights to rightful owner.
Alrighto you can get to the poem now after me being as fussy as an old grandpa.