Looking out of my perfect window 🙂
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Wet trees are black and
Water is magic in that
having no colour,
it changes the one of
whatever it touches
whatever you need –
wet it and see
the magic of colour is
Water to me.
© 2013, soulmary
Tag: window
Normal poem – more of Nov PAD, Day 8
Day 8 called for “normal” poem as well. Here is the “paranormal” one. And below is the new poem:
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The chill outside the window
is well-sealed-off.
Mastery of woodwork.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva