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Stained Glass
Beneath this layer of dust
there still lives a heart
faintly beating, not wholly
forgotten
Still in the fading light
a breath is caught
when the eyes are awakened
to what may again be wrought
It begins only as a faint
glimmer, something yet left
to catch the descending
rays
Illuminating, slowly dancing
across strands of spun spider
webs, colors thought to have
dulled are quickened with
new found life
Watch as it begins to unfold
gently at first, but than
subliminal, such vibrancy
it may have only just been
set
So these old buildings sit
forsaken, left to rot and mold
while within they hide their secrets
with no one to witness
A window that is the soul
awakens the gloom
painted anew each morning
by a stroke of the sun
to glow with what only they
know.
10:49 PM - 10/1/2008 -
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