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Friday, 25 January 2002

STAINED GLASS MUSING

Dreaming, dreaming,
Stained glass musing.
Spots of colour
Lit by the sun,
Candlelight, foglight.
Strewn on the floor,
Distorted, contorted.
Rich bleeding colour,
Moving, swinging,
Beneath my toes.

posted by Primrose Maclean | Friday, January 25, 2002

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