The Window
An arch, rectangle, round or square
A portal to your world
The window's form takes many shapes
Reflecting life unfurled.
A sign of light a place to view
From storm a shelter too
Where rain's transparent beauty's seen
Along with morning dew.
Life is there behind that glass
First seen from mother's breast
In every waking moment then
Until we're laid to rest
poem by Dave James
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