A Poem from the Book:
“Poems of the Living Present” ( a book of 13 poems)
A very young,
but not so beautiful poem,
Her green eyes shining
with tears of sorrow,
Was looking,
through her closed window
At the sky,
of a late summer afternoon,
Now adorned with a perfect rainbow.
She had been walking about in the room,
Wandering in the wilderness
Of her lost, lonely soul,
When suddenly,
some illumination occurred,
Either
In the awakening light of the window
Or
In her own tearful eyes,
And stopped her from wandering.
She blinked and watched,
She watched and blinked,
A faint smile of amusement appeared
On her very young
But not so beautiful face.
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