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My Window

The honeysuckle vines that grow by my window twist and turn through the lattice squares
In and out and back and forth. Solid and sturdy. Here to there

The curtains that dress and dance in my window with breezy songs that are always moving
In and out and swirling and dipping finding, feeling, alive and proving

The warm dancing lights that shine through my window are radiant shafts of translucent glow
The glorious beams that burst in with the morning fade gently with evening, golden and low

Life with Robin, England 2003-2004 All of Your Fear

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