holy stained glass
lines this heart with divine
images of nature;
diffusing light into color
and thought,
until the entirety of this soul
is glowing…
though unbroken, the heart’s
windows of red and green
linger bare for all to see,
a stones throw away from
shattering…
take care with such beauty!
these ancient designs linger
delicately upon the edges
of memory
and once destroyed, will never
be made again
Bravo. The perfect finale for this poem.
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