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Seeing it Through

It’s just a sheet of glass, Seen thru and yes unseen Entombed by it and more At bay it holds all green No sand to hold my steps Just a mask to stop the strain Shelter for this day and more Keep clean my windowpane Some words, a sight, a song And others like these three Can stir the now gone stale And spark a memory

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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