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I look out each wall’s pane  

Everything is framed the same 

So, I look at the door I came in 

But doubting going back out  

Holds anything more- any more  

Then these three gray walls  

Oh, if only I could paint away 

The pain and emptiness today  

But I have learned long ago  

Illusions are colored shadows  

Offering us just pseudo answers  

Until the waves wash us away  

Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay  

My world of… one-way mirrors  


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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