Friday, November 25, 2011


Looking out my window it
Recollects me of Easter
Grey / rainy / windy / cold
There have been occasions
Of sun & warmth forgotten
Days of color lost in the
Gloom of sentiment hiding
Behind a cloud sometimes
It’s easier to reflect after
The mirror gets broken into
Sharp prisms of solitude
Focusing on each shard
What’s depicted inside
One shade at a time


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