Window Pane

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a little flicker

a little flame

and down it goes

the window pane

and tears extinguish 

and fears presume 

and little things begin to bloom 

and little happiness begins to arrive

such big things

to a human's eyes

A little dove

a little choice

a soft clear cloud

an angels voice

a little blade

of green and pure

try to find

beauties core

I find somethings

and find some more

and on it goes,

forever more

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