Monday, February 19, 2018


Peep through tears reclining,
in shining, shimmered fall,
can touch the tender edges
of heart, in soul's pure call.

And in the shivered droplets,
transparent and revealed,
we see the dreams of ages;
lay out the things we feel.

Reflected in those moments,
bright mirrors of old sight,
the truth of hidden stages,
is lined in staggered height. 

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