The memory
of how it used to be
A stained glass
ancient history
I bend the iron
and shape the glass
to beautify
my bitter past
Add the colors
I dream were there
First mine then hers
And ones we shared
Let sunlight shine
through our opaque
window stories
that I make
Make believe
it all was grand
as we observe it
hand in hand
As we stare
it becomes real
and somehow directs
what we feel
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Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
