the light house
there's a brick wall
around my house
and soul
tightly built
snug and confining
standing tall
above ground
through the wall
a tiny hole
drilled by
who knows
guiding light
through the hole
if you care to look
only
is the light outside
shining in?
inside
shining out?
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-06-11 at 21:19
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