the paint on my windowsill is chipping
the frame barely holding on
but when the sunlight hits just right
caught within the gem that hangs there
little rainbows scatter all across my living room
then for a moment all is well
and i am at peace within myself
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Author:
sixthwrites (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2024 07:52
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
What a wonderful image and metaphor set so well and framed. Loved this piece
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