Strawberry Glass
The light from the window leads trails on the floor Lost immigrants, tired and lonely, search for the light Where are they going, the desperate few, what is it they are seeking? Dreams cloud the eyes of the disheartened, returning hope Weary are those who follow the path Lonely and tired, searching for escape Why do they strive for a whisper, when tomorrow is not so far? There is nothing wrong with seeing the window with Strawberry GlassSecond poem in a series of shorter related works...Warmth was the first... Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 10:04 AM PST 10 • 0
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"The light from the window leads trails on the floor ..."