Windows of the Soul
Windows of the soul they say
Not formed from simple molding clay
They see the world in which we live
Tell a story and love they give
Gaze at you with joy and bliss
Or that you will be sadly missed
Brown, blue and glassy green
The most beautiful gift I’ve ever seen
Copyright © Diana Briand | Year Posted 2006
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