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Stained Glass Window

Tears roll down her cheek like the morning dew of a leaf trickling now as if a creek her quiet sobs mark her grief now run along, theres nothing here Tis a sight you shouldn't see, but alas All who pass can see her fear The women trapped in stained glass Her beauty captured by the hues of ever shifting shades of blue her time is frozen in her past forced to play the die life cast Never before has art looked so cruel or made a room so damp and cool as when you the window pass and gaze at the women frozen in glass

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 11/14/2016 12:23:00 PM
Robert , this is a beautiful poem . I like this.
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