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Love how sunlight
slants
through windows
of late afternoon
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To me the world of poetry is a house with thousands of glittering windows. Our words and images, land to land, era to era, shed light on one another.
-Naomi Shihab Nye
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
~John Greenleaf Whittier
2 comments:
to poetry we are a 1000
windows lashed by cream linen curtains decisive
thru uncertain
oscillation-
those believing poetry a 1000
windows
need to open their
blinds if only
to study their slatted
shadows
i found you through paris daily photo and will certainly return!
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