Which side are you on?
Through a thousand windows,
rooms, landscapes, people
I've seen them all in their finery
bedecked with life.
Oh yes, I've watched
the four walls,
seasons and bickering
unresolved, curtains closed.
You too can clean the panes
huff on glass
leaving your mark
on picture postcard existence.
Aah! It all goes on
goes by, unrelenting,
which side of the glass
are you on?
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2009-10-03 at 23:49




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