#453-Plain
27/10/2018
A barred window.
Small.
Street level.
For what purpose?
I could find out why.
Instead,
I choose to see,
Life’s message on display.
To openly and respectfully accept,
Events, mysteries, strangers, myself.
A small opening,
Surrounded by stones,
Decades old,
That whispers accept.
It’s enough.
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