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The Window
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The Window |
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Paul B New Member
since 2001-06-12
Posts 8Limassol, Cyprus |
The window is blind. No voices within. No laughter inviting the man to come in. The frame of the window is burdened with snow. The glass has been chained. And nowhere to go. The fetters of frost. A permanent seal. My sorrow is one that no-one will heal. The scratches have crossed the eyes of the house. A permanent dream. No voice to arouse. The windows were shining and glowing within, The laughter and singing of children and kin, The moon on the brow of flickering snow, The flakes on the moon continue to glow, Of loving and living a conjugal seal, No secret to hide, no foe to reveal, A wonderful sight of wonderful house, The window was clear. No water to douse. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
windows do indeed say a lot...just as your words did... enjoyed |
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Paul B New Member
since 2001-06-12
Posts 8Limassol, Cyprus |
Thanks Cpat Hair!  |
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Sad Clown New Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 4TN |
what a contrast between hope and hopelessness. Very good. "As I stumble through this life, help me to create more laughter than tears." |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
This one spoke with images and made me shiver. I know..sounds silly,but I'm feeling something from reading this. I love it.  |
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