The light
From your window
Still reaches
To my soul
Teenage years
And heartache
In pouring rain
Without a home.
The vastness of
The darkened sky
Each star smudged
Asking why
The rainbow died
Within a smile
The angled light
From window high.
The creases
In curtains lace
Penetrate deep
To form your face
And hope it turns
Its back away
As hours die
Leading to day.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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