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My Window
@uootem
my window
I love looking out of it
life's picture is there
pleasant to the viewing.
my mirror
I disdain looking into it
life's picture is there
my, how I have aged!
my memory
I can see the images so vividly
life's picture is there
not a bad life after all.
your eyes
I recognized what I saw
love's picture was there
perfect vision of youth!
my poetry
sipping coffee as I write life and love images in words
my window, my mirror, your eyes... my poetry.
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