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Looking Through Stained Glass Windows

the colors vivid, a picturesque image

she stood there her eyes sullen and sickly

her hair she tried to keep kempt

alas! to no avail


she stood there, mouth gaping and closing

as if talking but without words

watching but not seeing

what does she see through those eyes?


painted with beautiful colors

stained by the years in the uncaring world she knew

heart hardened like stone

now she stands, almost motionless

where the colors meet like a warm summer’s day


she drifts, perhaps into oblivion

perhaps into consciousness

she stands there, staring

what does she see through those eyes, I wonder?