Today I mix up the words and a rhyme 575 suddenly attacked me:
Window open wide,
A dream of youth blows through it,
Sweeping ground away.
Endless summer quest,
Chasing dreams without a map,
Potential is lost.
A house built on dreams
Stands on feelings all alone,
The cold truth blows in.
Impressive reply. So delicate and fragile. The opening line that you've been insoired by the "window open wide" immediately suggests openness and possibility, framing the poem's contemplative tone. The "dream of youth" blowing through it captures a fleeting, nostalgic quality that resonates universally.