The Window
My thoughts today, take me to the window
Yes not those made of glass are of concern
Windows made of words are in my focus
What better way is there for one to learn
The secrets of the universe inside us
A writer can reveal such inner thought
The character of soul with pen, laid bare
With each new line of candor that is sought
A voyeur may find intrigue peeking so
Yet those who write do freely offer page
Their windows open for the world to see
Emotions shared on such a splendid stage
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2019
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