A Page Behind Glass
Sunlight peaks across my room…
Unfinished thoughts still do loom…
Like paper rain ideas are scattered and overcast…
In a four walled world I breathe behind cracked glass…
Inhaling my own solitude and peace…
Where inspiration can slowly release…
I peek outside just for a glance…
Steeling views of color and romance…
My walls now painted from inside to out…
Where mystery is removed along with doubt…
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