Through A Window Poem by Leslie Philibert

Through A Window



Whisper the stress in sky
That pulls the strength from blue
A church half open like an October rose.
The path says; join arms with me
In solace. The darkness cools my face,
Night`s curtains calm my eyes.
Have seen this many times before;
The picture stencilled in my soul,
For times when I dare to rest;
The inner way, the road so hard.

Thursday, October 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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