Its striped panels
Evenly laid into sections
In the centre of the structure
Between the symmetrical windows
The glare of the sun cuts unevenly
On each line of glass
Above there are strands of lights
Bald heads bobbing past
Below there is a dull light
Behind black glass
The third line of windows
Below the bare gap
Separating each section
Lines up perfectly with the panes
Of each window
That huddle together
But its evenness is hidden
Through curly oak branches
Ruining its pattern
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Strength
PoetryStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
