Monday, July 30, 2007
Poetry tends to go with windows...
as i stood
on the front pourch
looking in the window...
I felt the strength
of a strong
foundation...
it's beauty
in the midst
of ruins
said many things..
vines from
ancient gardens
climbed the walls
that once
was warm and dry...
untouched
by rain and wind...
Her windows
could not hide
the love she held...
the laughter
and tears
of a family
that called
her home...
standing there
i felt not sadness
but joy.
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