Words are Windows

Windows

Words are windows.

String them together

& they just might make a picture.

One that describes

What’s really inside.

Poetry makes sense to me.

It writes between the lines,

Discovering those inner parts

So often hard to find.

Lyrics bring out sympathies

I may have left behind.

Forming ideas through little notes

Beautifully intertwined.

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Maybe words are windows

Of the extraordinary kind.

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So carefully these windows piece

My worldview all together.

Describing life from my own eyes

Uncovering what’s been fettered.

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These window panes are written

With words that make it clearer.

That when I look through hard enough

I discover it’s a mirror.