Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Monday, 9 September 2019

Window - 8.11.19


You're near.
Right
     on the other side
     of the glass.

Warm clouds obscure
I'm               holding breath -
Hoping to see...
Can you see me?

Finally gasp
     as The Light goes through it.
Prismatic Hope
I can see
All of me is seen.

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