Window of Life
Rippling glass
dancing under dim light,
letting one pass
hesitantly but smoothly,
giving life to some creatures,
bringing death to others,
but it is a sacred component
for all to live.
Cleanses the world,
and for some,
even the soul,
hiding mysterious lands
from us,
that we still pollute.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2007
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